dan
it was 8 p.m.
and i'm in the grocery store.
no i'm not buying food, okay maybe, BUT tomorrow is valentine's day.
i never enjoyed the "holiday" because i believe you should cherish the one you love EVERY SINGLE DAY. but, the one person i love, LOVES valentine's day i figured i should do something special.
"you are beary special!"
disgusting.
"i wuv you!"
ew, gross.
"don't go bacon my heart!"
what the hell?
i hated valentine cards. they're cheesy, too cheesy.
"awe, robert look! this young man is buying his girlfriend a card! why can't you do that?"
who the hell was that? and girlfriend? ha.
"anne, we are too OLD." came another voice.
leave. leave. leave. PLEASE LEAVE.
"hello young gentleman! i am so sorry to bother you, but PLEASE tell my husband that he is out of his damn mind!" the old woman practically spun me around, i was now facing this old lady and her husband.
great.
"um, i-" she cut me off before i could even form a sentence.
"you are a fine young man! tell him." the old woman was clasping her hands together like some madman.
"look man just get her a card and a bouquet or something i still need to find a gift." i finally said.
"see honey!" the old man said grabbing his wife by the arm to escort her out.
they finally left. THANK GOD!
i finally decided that i would just go home and make a damn card. it would only take 5 minutes anyways.
phil
"i'm home!" dan's voice echoed through our tiny apartment.
i started to unpack the groceries and plopped myself on the couch afterwards.
"so do you wanna do something tomorrow" i asked.
"eh, we'll just see where the day takes us." dan was half asleep.
"i guess so." i said as i was wrapping my arm around dan.
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i don't really know what this is so pls forgive me i know it's bad :)
