Start complaining about your weight and not wanting to eat out anymore, and then hear the words “Why don’t we go grocery shopping and cook the food ourselves so both of us can go on your healthy diet?”
Go on a baseless tirade triggered by anxiety and fear. Apologize for acting like the person you swore you would never act like (i.e. mom). Instead of being scolded, be told how much you are appreciated for your temperance and that “you are not like your mother” and “I loaf you.”
Being told you still look great even after a hundred facial pricks from the dermatologist.
Not letting you drive because “the rain is too strong so I’ll just come and pick you up” even if it’s out of the way.
Chicken McNuggets for no particular reason.
Using the word “we.”
Using the word “us.”
Using the phrase “in the future.”
How you just know that there’s something a little more extraordinary than the average emotion lingering about you – in an almost overbearing kind of way – which you don’t really want to go away.
I don’t know what love is, or how love should be, but I’m pretty certain it’s something like this.