16/6/14

mathemagicalschema: A blonde-haired boy asleep on an asteroid next to a flower. (Default)
You know when you start arguing with someone over which of you loves the other one more? I want to get so fake-angry with someone not conceding the point that we come to fake blows. I want the battle to end inconclusively and spawn a lengthy love-campaign full of subterfuge and psychological lovefare. I would dig up admirable things from their past to bolster their name. I would sneak their favorite treats into their bag. I would email them baby animal pictures from a different throwaway email every day. I would ambush them with a cookie pizza professing my love. We would devise elaborate schemes, fighting to be the first one to get the door, to start making dinner, to pick up the check at breakfast. There would be pillowfights. There would be Nerf guns.

If you try to tell me you love me more, you should know what you're getting yourself into.