“Mothers are these things that we all have.”
“Actually, no, they’re not things.”
“rant”
“rant”
“rant”
I looked at him
“rant”
“rant”
“rant”
In awe, because I don’t think he knows.
“rant”
“rant”
“rant”
He does not now.
“rant”
“rant”
“rant”
How much I love him.
“rant”
“rant”
“rant”
I want to lean in.
“rant”
“rant”
“rant”
I want to kiss him.
“rant”
“rant”
“rant”
So I lean in in.
“rant”
“rant”
“rant”
He stops ranting.
And I kiss him.
The rest is history.
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