“i hate my period.”
“i don’t know. It makes me bloated, it’s bloody, and it’s wet… in a bad way.”
He repeated “in a bad way” and laughed with a blush.
i gave him a hug. i love the smell of his soft dark brown hair. We use the same shampoo, but the scent seemed to work differently for different scalps.
“Wait, don’t move. You have chocolate on your mouth,” he said and licked the ice cream stain off my lips.
i looked in his eyes
and said i love you.
And that was it.