Then it happened...my eyes started to well up.
So there I was, wondering why BF telling me he loves me
By 9:30 I was pretty sure my body had been hijacked by uterus eating aliens.
By the time I got home I was an emotional wreck. Complete and total WRECK! I just sat there on the couch with BF staring into space. At this point I'm pretty sure BF thinks I'm a complete psycho. By the time he went to bed (30min later) I had tears streaming down my face and can't breath.
P.S. I settled for Flavor Blast Goldfish crackers in stead of nachos.