When I was 17, I brought my first boyfriend to my grandma's house because I was absolutely convinced she was going to think we were the cutest couple alive.
The second he left, I asked her,
"So??? what do you think of him???"
My grandma looked me dead in the face and said,
lately i been letting everybody kick it wit they kind.. i want everybody to be around people that’s like them & can relate to them better than i can fr
I just saw a man open the car door for his wife and she smiled like it happens every day. It made me realise… romance isn’t roses. It’s consistency. It’s being cared for without having to ask.