Before he ate the rest of the box of Celebrations, Andrew brought me one of every kind of its miniature chocolate bars -- Mars, Milky Way, Bounty, Snickers, Galaxy (normal and caramel) and Twix.
He must know I wouldn't care if he ate them all. As he justified their purchase with elaborate rationalizations and promises to share, I knew his propensity to eat sweets at many times the rate I do would kick in. And I am fine with that (except for the effect that sugar seems to have on him, leaving him jibbering excitedly when I am trying to do something like read or write or sleep).
Andrew doesn't just explain this to me; he brings my candy to me, shiny wrappers crinkling. They spill out of his hands, giving an endearing impression of him as little somehow, a thought all the more likely to steal my heart because it is so unusual.
He must know I wouldn't care if he ate them all. As he justified their purchase with elaborate rationalizations and promises to share, I knew his propensity to eat sweets at many times the rate I do would kick in. And I am fine with that (except for the effect that sugar seems to have on him, leaving him jibbering excitedly when I am trying to do something like read or write or sleep).
Andrew doesn't just explain this to me; he brings my candy to me, shiny wrappers crinkling. They spill out of his hands, giving an endearing impression of him as little somehow, a thought all the more likely to steal my heart because it is so unusual.
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Date: 2012-02-02 06:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-02-03 06:30 am (UTC)