He still likes me even after I called him a dork
(—for sneaking up behind me and saying "Boo" and startling me half to death. No, he didn't jump out and yell, "BOO!!" It was just quiet and sneaky. ♥)
He would (and did) drive out to pick me up at the train station just because he thinks I don't like to take the bus. Or maybe just because he likes me.♥
He is making me a present. ♥
He goes and does the things he's supposed to do even though I am in the background tempting him to stay home with me. ♥
He let me sleep in while he got the kids up and took them to school. ♥♥
He arranged his schedule so we could go to classes "together," and didn't complain when it turned out that I remembered my class time wrong so he actually has to wait at the school for 1 1/2 hours before his class starts. And he still drives with me every week (which means I don't have to take the bus). ♥
He wrote me a story. ♥
He ate the dinner that I made by just throwing whatever I could find into some pasta—and really late in the day besides—and said it was really good (even though it was only just tolerable . . . maybe). ♥
He holds my hand in the car while we're driving. ♥
No, it's not his birthday, our anniversary, or a holiday. It's not the anniversary of our first date, first kiss, or the day he proposed. I just really like Bruce. In fact, I think I'm in love with him!
2 comments:
Awww, shucks... Thanks, Loralee! You are my best friend, and that's how friends treat each other, right? :-) I will always love you.
Cute! I'm glad you like each other!
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