The best (worst?) thing I’ve ever done for Valentine’s day was when I was about 19.
When I was 16 I suffered frequent, awful chest pain and eventually we learned that I had sprained my sternum. But we didn’t learn that until after I had gotten an ultrasound for my heart to make sure I was okay.
Fast forward 3 years when for some reason I think that this ultrasound of my heart is the best and sweetest gift I could possibly give my boyfriend. After all, it’s a picture of my heart my actual, literal heart, beating away in my chest. What could be more romantic?
It turns out that if you hand a boy an ultrasound, he will immediately panic.
God damn I love you so much
You know, at the end of the day that is what matters to me.
You are a treasure an actual treasure
An amusing anecdote
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