Sometimes I get frustrated about little things,
the smallest of problems,
and let my frustration appear via a mini tantrum,
flop myself to the nearest couch and give up.
Michael swoops in and fixes things for me
seamlessly
and calmly.
Doesn't say a word
just silently makes things right.
Like the time my roommate changed the locks without remembering to tell me
I was freaking out
and he soothingly told me not to worry
called an RA
and got my key from the office for me.
I love this about him.
No one else has been able to offer me something like this before.
This feels so right.
One month until summer.
Steph's birthday weekend starting tonight.
Find out about my Allen acceptance/rejection in June.
It's a glorious day outside, I'm going to go enjoy it.
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