The other morning I was in an ancient rag of a shirt my mom bought in the 70s, sitting on the edge of my bed and watching my boyfriend get ready for work. He looked over at me, and suddenly a soft wistful smile crossed his face. I was expecting a pause and then: "You're the love of my life" or a simple "I love you."
Instead: "Your boob's hanging out."
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He loves you!!!
ReplyDeleteDon't have to tell me twice :)
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