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09/19/11(Mon)05:43 No.29808939Last one, I swear.
She always gets emotional when she can't find her sunglasses. She's turned the entire apartment upside-down looking for them, but they're nowhere in sight. You woke up early just to get brunch with her today, but those plans have since been canceled. She's not going out without her sunglasses, and that's that. After the hundredth time of her flipping over the couch cushions, you take her hand. Dear, it's okay, you say. She doesn't need them to go out. But no, she knows that people are giving her looks. She knows they're all silently judging her. It's a pain she's grown up with, and she's never dealing with it again, not when there's such a simple solution. Could you be a dear and go out to buy another pair? Even cheap ones will do. You refuse. Because she can't keep doing this. She can't keep hiding in public. This is your love, and you refuse to allow her to be ashamed of herself. You let her know that it doesn't matter if everyone else is staring and whispering. Only the judgment of one person matters, and that's the man who put the ring on her finger. You intertwine your fingers with hers and give her a kiss between the eyes. You're still not buying the sunglasses, because the both of you are going to do it. Together. And celebrate over muffins. |
