Love sometimes requires sacrifice. I understand this.

You work during the day, and sleep at night. I work at night, and sleep during the day. This limits our time together. This is a sacrifice. I understand this.

I come home from work, I help you wake up and prepare for your day. You say this takes from my sleep, but I do not mind. Besides, the pills make me sleepy anyway, so I'll be out soon enough all the same. It is a small sacrifice and one I make happily to have an hour or two to spend with you. I understand this.

You work from the office connected to the apartment. You worry about the noise of customers disturbing my sleep, but I manage well enough. You come back in for lunch, though sometimes you skip eating to lie down and cuddle for a nap. I know you worry you might wake me, but I prefer it. It's another small sacrifice to give up some sleep to spend some time with you in my arms. I understand this.

You worry when I wake after your lunch - four, five hours is not enough sleep, surely. I tell you it's fine, you grudgingly accept it. I know more might be better, but I lived and worked far more on far less for far longer than I do now. Besides, you need me, and it's a small sacrifice to make. I understand this.

Sometimes you don't eat lunch, or what you do eat isn't satisfying enough. You can't leave the office, so I go and get something for you. I would maybe make something, but we both know who the cook is here. Sometimes, though, you've already eaten, so I stay instead. I don't like eating alone, anyway. I understand this.