spoon.

"I know it was him. I’ll never love anyone else that much. Tough. I can handle it. I know it’s usually later in life that you meet your soul mate. Me, too bad. It happened now, when I’m 25. It’s not even about sex. I don’t care about sex. That’s not the main thing. What’s important is to wake up with someone. To spoon with that person. That’s what matters, the spoon. Knowing that if a bad guy comes, someone’s there. That’s a metaphor. Bad guys never come. You wake up with the wind, a warm belly, the one who loves you breathing against your shoulder. That’s it, the spoon."