We were meeting at my house last night because we were both busy on Valentines Day. We did have a bit of a rough patch the night before because he revealed how he thought I was rushing and I was questioning whether or not he actually cared.
I ran late last night because I was painting the floors for my show (which opens tonight by the way!) and so I felt awful that I kept him waiting outside my house.
As I walk down my street, I see him get off my porch and he has flowers and a homemade card. In the card was a poem he wrote for me. Cheese-tastic but I think it was the most romantic thing any guy has ever done for me (I’ve never received flowers before in my life).
What makes him a fucker is that he prefaced it all by saying “I’m just confused and I want to keep doing what we’re doing now and not change things”. Of course he says that as he makes me fall for him. Fucker.
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