Not to imply boring or easy are always bad. Things with my husband are easy. We lay together, lazy and warm on the last few cold mornings before summer is here, before our home is there. Things with him are easy: uncomplicated, stress-free, comfortable, correct.
Things with you are easy: uninteresting, uninspired, been-here-done-that.
Easy: I don't care anymore.
Which part of this was supposed to impress me? The part where you still live with your parents? The part where you're still playing catch-up?
Easy: fuck you.
Easy: go away.