Tagged: Love (951)

They sit there kneading dough together and this becomes something akin to foreplay. And then he takes the bread out too early and she laughs

I can’t do skinny, he tells her. It’s because I like 70s music unironically. And beer goes straight to my belly, he says. Yet she kisses him

They jumped in puddles and lauged and pushed ice cream cones into their noses. And then they got divorced while the memories were still good

He says, Come out and see me, knowing she’ll say no. But she says yes and I love you. And he hyperventilates. You’re really coming? he asks.

There is an intimacy here that is seductive so early in a relationship. She’s happy about it. You farted again didn’t you? she says, beaming

She was willing to overlook his bad fashion sense and unappealing hair. But when she got to his place she could not get past the furniture.

Every night she pulls lint out of his belly button. She collects it until she has enough to make a sculpture. I love you this much, she says

When he saw the car, he says, This is a whole other level of love. And she remembers the slight and can’t wait to throw it back in his face.