Slow Down and Read

* when he made me a drawing of an open book and a rose maybe… 3 months in our relationship. I still have it.

* taking me to a picnic to see the sunset on an October day about 3 years ago

* that time when I came home and he had hidden one of my books, declaring that if I wouldn’t find it in the next 5 mins, it was gone forever. He wished me Happy Hunger Games while laughing his ass off

* when he first told me he loved me, on a lost street in our town

* surprising me with my favourite food and cake and our song playing in the background 2 years ago, on our anniversary

* building bookshelves for me, when I moved in, and giving up one of his own a few years later, when my book collection started to grow

* taking me on the best road trip even on my birthday 3 years ago

* buying our house almost 2 years ago and drinking the worst wine ever after that and laughing our asses off, daring each other to finish it (no, but it was horrid)

* he spent 3 hours on the phone on the side of the road, trying to find someone with a car that could come help us carry 6 puppies that we rescued from the side of the road 100 km away from our home. He then cared for them as if they were his own until we found homes for them

* this legit happened today: he saw an old lady at the supermarket with her granddaughter, she was at the bread section, clearly trying to figure out if she could afford to buy enough bread. He dropped some money and told the lady it was actually hers and she had dropped it. He said he saw how she lit up and assumes thatshe knew, but she took it and bought all the bread she needed plus a juice for her granddaughter

Heterosexuals door swings one way.

Homosexuals doors swings the other way.

Bisexuals doors swing both ways.

Pansexuals have an open archway.

Demisexuals doors are locked and they have to wait for someone to bring the right key and open the door for them.

Asexuals don’t have a door. There is only a wall.

And some people don’t know how their door opens. But give them time, they’ll figure it out.

And I need to throw in these two because they’re important:

Romantics have a window in their door.

Just One Word BPC | March 2017 | 22. Huge