So Curly-haired Crush and I are sometimes more like five-year-olds on a playground than college students in a serious relationship.
She came over to my apartment to eat lunch today. We had fried egg sandwiches covered in delicious chili sauce.
Om nom nom. I eat this on everything. Even spaghetti.
And then I started chasing her around the apartment trying to kiss her. And she ran from me. Very first grade.
And when I was about to catch her, my foot caught on the hem of my pants and I fell. Hard.
A few moments later my roommate stuck her head out of her bedroom and informed me the force of my crash had made things fall off of her desk.
My knee is bruised.
I feel like I was much more graceful when I was five.
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