She bought him a great new dress shirt that she thought not only matched his eyes but also had such a dizzying and epilepsy-inducing set of patterns that it rendered any coincidental eye-matching mostly moot.
He threw her a frisbee on the beach that was meant to not only give her a chance to show off her transcendent athleticism for all present but also to cryptically remind her that it was time to reapply sun screen.
She had been finishing his sentences for the past few weeks and he was growing tired of it so he started randomly changing the tempo and cadence of his speech to throw her off and distract her.
He awoke with strands of her long, tantalizing hair in his mouth and he was immediately consumed with thoughts of digestive concerns.
She cheered continuously at all of his tennis matches with a fervor and passion that both inspired and disturbed him on many levels.
He was enjoying getting up early on weekend mornings and making her elaborate breakfasts, which she appreciated, but his confounding choice to only serve purposely under-cooked eggs even after she took time out of her busy day to give him step-by-step help was annoying to stay the least.
She surprised him at work with a big hug and kiss that was greatly appreciated considering what a stressful week it had been and he melted into her arms once his heart rate returned back to normal which took an understandably long period of time considering the blood-curdling screams and streams of fake blood that accompanied her surprise.
He bought her a massive ball of red yarn so that she could knit herself some leg warmers and also to demonstrate to her that he could no longer tell when she was being facetious.
She held his hand tightly while walking down the street at night mostly to feel protected but also as a rudimentary means for testing his calcium intake.
He found himself gazing at her back instead of focusing on the term papers he was supposed to be marking and he longed to caress her slender back as well as wishing that he could be shrunk down to a size where sliding on it was also an option.
She moved her pawn and announced "checkmate" with a finality that befitted the dramatic seriousness of the moment and also came across as both demeaning and empathetic at the same time which is a really challenging combination of which she hoped he was at least slightly in awe of.
He was spending far too long on his hair this morning and was at risk for being late to work until she appeared in the bathroom doorway with a crazed look of indifference on her face while brandishing their electric hair trimmer which helped him immediately focus a great deal and make his morning class on time.
She was applying a bandage with the delicate care she was known for to a cut on his elbow, when she was overwhelmed with a strong, sudden desire to cover a life-sized clay statue of him with bandages and then submit it to the art gallery as part of her show on the decay of classic sensibilities.
He stared at the near-empty refrigerator much like a small, adorable puppy would stare at an empty bowl and very much like the small, adorable puppy that he so wanted for his birthday and she kept saying no for no reason aside from gesturing towards the near-empty refrigerator that just did not make any sense to him at all.
She was enjoying helping him complete a crossword puzzle trying to strike a balance between loving valuable assistance and condescending intellectual dominance at the same time as not forgetting the roast in the oven.
He was proud of himself for remembering to wash the floor as she'd repeatedly asked and he couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she first came home from an exhausting day at work and right before she inexplicably decides that now is a perfect time for actual mudslinging.
She blows lightly at his forehead and enjoys watching his remaining baby hairs dance rhythmically and chuckles to herself over what she could accomplish if she had a significantly greater lung capacity as was often her dream growing up.
He was generously helping her into her ski boots all the while trying not to look too alarmed at the irony as he was the only one who was going skiing today and because she was usually the one who looked alarmed and he didn't want to take that from her.
She was joyfully skipping through the open field of long grass and wild flowers while he playfully chased after her attempting to avoid any of the myriad of objects that he was highly allergic too that she always insensitively accused him of being far too sensitive about.
They fed each other spoons full of homemade soup because they finally both agreed that actions do in fact speak a whole lot louder than words.
She held his hand tightly while walking down the street at night mostly to feel protected but also as a rudimentary means for testing his calcium intake.
He found himself gazing at her back instead of focusing on the term papers he was supposed to be marking and he longed to caress her slender back as well as wishing that he could be shrunk down to a size where sliding on it was also an option.
She moved her pawn and announced "checkmate" with a finality that befitted the dramatic seriousness of the moment and also came across as both demeaning and empathetic at the same time which is a really challenging combination of which she hoped he was at least slightly in awe of.
He was spending far too long on his hair this morning and was at risk for being late to work until she appeared in the bathroom doorway with a crazed look of indifference on her face while brandishing their electric hair trimmer which helped him immediately focus a great deal and make his morning class on time.
She was applying a bandage with the delicate care she was known for to a cut on his elbow, when she was overwhelmed with a strong, sudden desire to cover a life-sized clay statue of him with bandages and then submit it to the art gallery as part of her show on the decay of classic sensibilities.
He stared at the near-empty refrigerator much like a small, adorable puppy would stare at an empty bowl and very much like the small, adorable puppy that he so wanted for his birthday and she kept saying no for no reason aside from gesturing towards the near-empty refrigerator that just did not make any sense to him at all.
She was enjoying helping him complete a crossword puzzle trying to strike a balance between loving valuable assistance and condescending intellectual dominance at the same time as not forgetting the roast in the oven.
He was proud of himself for remembering to wash the floor as she'd repeatedly asked and he couldn't wait to see the look on her face when she first came home from an exhausting day at work and right before she inexplicably decides that now is a perfect time for actual mudslinging.
She blows lightly at his forehead and enjoys watching his remaining baby hairs dance rhythmically and chuckles to herself over what she could accomplish if she had a significantly greater lung capacity as was often her dream growing up.
He was generously helping her into her ski boots all the while trying not to look too alarmed at the irony as he was the only one who was going skiing today and because she was usually the one who looked alarmed and he didn't want to take that from her.
She was joyfully skipping through the open field of long grass and wild flowers while he playfully chased after her attempting to avoid any of the myriad of objects that he was highly allergic too that she always insensitively accused him of being far too sensitive about.
They fed each other spoons full of homemade soup because they finally both agreed that actions do in fact speak a whole lot louder than words.
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