Yesterday, when the time came for me to get ready for work, I had on a hooded sweatshirt. The collar is a bit too small because it's actually one of Yuki's old sweaters from when he was much younger. (This detail is important later.)
Instead of doing the mature thing and just getting dressed for work myself, I walked up to Yuki and announced my desire for him to help me get the shirt off by holding my arms in the air and making an impatient sound. Yuki dutifully pulled the sweater over my head... and that's as far as he got, because it got stuck around my neck. We both started laughing as Yuki continued to attempt to tug harder and harder to get it off, and finally he said, in an incredibly distressed voice, "HOW IS THIS HAPPENING?"
At this point I started laughing so hard that I actually fell onto the bed, and Yuki started laughing, too, and then I was laughing so hard I said (half-genuinely), "I'm going to throw up."
I love my life, and my boyfriend.
6 years, 10 months ago
04 Nov 2011 19:53 CET