Obviously.
I thought I should point out that I'm well aware of this fact, and that I embrace it. What can I say? I am hyper-emotional and high anxiety, which makes for a somewhat pathetic but infinitely more interesting existence.
Someday someone, most likely of a similar nature, will discover this and find it endlessly endearing. And he will carry me through a lot of doorways. Why is this sort of practice only associated with the wedding night? I want to be carried across all kinds of thresholds, at any moment of any insignificant day.
"Honey, will you help me carry in all these groceries?"
"Let me carry you through the doorway first."
I want someone to read with me. I like the idea of being apart all day long, reading the same book during the miserable commute, waiting to come home and compare notes. And if there's a a really sexy passage, I want that person to text message me the following:
"Page 187, paragraph 3."
Is this kind of thing SO much to ask? Sheesh.
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