It would be a Friday night -- the only time that person can badger me into going out to be sociable -- and significant other would buy me strawberry popcorn from my favorite brand, and it would be all sorts of adorable because there are so few stores that still have that specific kind so it shows exactly how much significant other wants to please me. We'd spend the night talking over cups of tea and pretending we're cold so that we could have an excuse to sit on the same side of the booth in the small cafe, but significant other would be too shy to hold my hand and my stomach would be too full of butterflies but it doesn't matter because everything significant other says or does makes me too hypersensitive to notice anything other than the heat of significant other's knee against mine. We'd go to karaoke, too, but not the expensive kind, just the kind that carries corny mainstream songs in different languages that we struggle to dance to in that small booth, and when I sing significant other would listen and hum under their breath, like they couldn't imagine hearing anything else. And when it's time to go, we'd sit beside each other in the train station, our shoulders touching to make up for the lack of hand-holding, and before I get off at my stop significant other would say, thank you for loving me.
It would be a Friday night -- the only time that person can badger me into going out to be sociable -- and significant other would buy me strawberry popcorn from my favorite brand, and it would be all sorts of adorable because there are so few stores that still have that specific kind so it shows exactly how much significant other wants to please me. We'd spend the night talking over cups of tea and pretending we're cold so that we could have an excuse to sit on the same side of the booth in the small cafe, but significant other would be too shy to hold my hand and my stomach would be too full of butterflies but it doesn't matter because everything significant other says or does makes me too hypersensitive to notice anything other than the heat of significant other's knee against mine. We'd go to karaoke, too, but not the expensive kind, just the kind that carries corny mainstream songs in different languages that we struggle to dance to in that small booth, and when I sing significant other would listen and hum under their breath, like they couldn't imagine hearing anything else. And when it's time to go, we'd sit beside each other in the train station, our shoulders touching to make up for the lack of hand-holding, and before I get off at my stop significant other would say, thank you for loving me.
(D: I'm sorry, this is so bad)
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So, you're a fan of strawberries? Are they your favorite fruit?
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Um, hm... what quality do you value most in a significant other?
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