The Little Things
There are days I feel like screaming. There are days I laugh alone, in an empty apartment. There are days I find my shoelaces double knotted and curse him. There are days I find my favorite coat not hung up the way it should be. There are days of endless nagging.
And then there are days when he leaves for work at six in the morning and I lazily stumble into the bathroom around noon and find the tube of toothpaste correctly squeezed, and I smile.
This is one of those days.
And then there are days when he leaves for work at six in the morning and I lazily stumble into the bathroom around noon and find the tube of toothpaste correctly squeezed, and I smile.
This is one of those days.
will my major ocd you'd think i'd be good aboot the toothpaste... but i squeeze the middle. bad bad..
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