by novelbynature

Tomorrow, I get to take my toothbrush to a boys house.  He told me I should.  He invited me to stay.  He wants me to stay.  He wants my teeth to be clean in the morning, because I will  be there in the morning, and that’s something he wants.  My toothbrush will be welcome in a boys bathroom.  

22 years old, and I may finally be starting my first decent relationship.  With toothbrushes, and a side of the bed that’s mine, mine, mine.