RANDOM PERFECT COUPLE:

Boyfriend: Hey baby, you feeling better?
Me: Hey, not really…
Boyfriend: I guess I’m probably not going to be able to come over anymore today.
Me: Well, I don’t want you to get sick… I feel awful, and look awful… and if you come over you’ll – 1. See me, and 2. Get sick.
Boyfriend: Babe, I hate to tell you but you could never look awful. You’re gorgeous. If went blind today, the one thing I’d miss is seeing your face every day. I love you… You look gorgeous, even with no makeup on, your hair up in a twisty thingy, whatever you call them, and in pajamas or sweatpants, and of course, with my hoodie on. And, I’d rather be sick as a dog, then not be able to see you.
Me: Awhhh(: I love you. And the twisty thing is a bun. :D
Boyfriend: I love you too. Go to sleep, you need your rest. I’ll call you tonight.

*not me*

i want that. so fucking bad.