“I think we’re gonna need a broom.” She said, a bit overwhelmed by the mess.
“I like it actually, it has a certain… je ne se qua.” I said grinning.
“You think a pile of rubbish on your kitchen floor is good?” She asked in disbelief.
“Yes, in fact I do.” I said confidently.
“What are we gonna eat on?”
I didn’t think of that.
“I guess we’ll just have to order a pizza.” I retorted.
She scrunched her face up in the strangest way, and looked back up at me.
“You know, I kinda like it too, but not because its different, because every time I look at this big pile of what used to be your flatwear, I’ll think of today, and how i’ve never laughed so hard in my life.”
“I just wanna remember your smile.” I said quietly.
She purposely twisted her face into a goofy grin.
“You’re beautiful.” I said truthfully.