The early bird may catch the worm, but not if the night owl that hasn't slept yet gets it first
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- Apr 14, 2017
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As I toss a used tissue from my side of the queen-sized bed to the trashcan on the other side of my *angel* boyfriend's sleeping face, it hits me. Not the tissue, obviously, but the fact that I'm lucky as hell to have found love so young.
Love is something celebratory. Which is why it is the focal point of every fairytale and why we drop money better spent on multiple vacations, on a wedding instead. If you've ever been in a long term relationship, then you understand the not-so-glamourous side of living with your partner. Cue the tissue throwing.
While my nose becomes a dripping faucet, I'm in search of my tissues, lost amid the ocean of blankets I'm under. As I thrash beneath the covers in desperation, my snoring bae is –unbeknownst to him– on top of my tissues. And by tissues, I mean at least 20 sheets of toilet paper because, I'm 25 and the human equivalent of a trash can. So as my nose proceeds to leak into uncharted territory, I'm left with no other option than to forcefully remove his body from my treasured toilet paper. We're back to the subject of love here because my boyfriend only barked at me once for this transgression, instead of throwing me out the damn window.
Fairytales do come true!
My point is, I've read about 1,000 love stories, and few have captured love in its every day glory. I found love by swiping right, and I kept love by Netflix and chilling as originally intended.
So, what's YOUR love story?
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-The Midnight Writer
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