One early date i had you over to my apartment for dinner. Years later, i cringed at how basic the dinner was - pasta and sauce. i clearly remember your face when you saw that i had put no effort into it. i am lucky that you wanted to see me again.
That night we ended up in my room and you asked me to brush your hair. This simple act was so moving: sitting on my bed as i brushed your long hair. i then ruined it by making it sexual.
i am so fortunate that you gave me so much room for these mistakes, and many others. It's a wonder that you put up with me as long as you did. Still,I find little sweetness in my errors.
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