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Messyness

Babe… I think you might be a little OCD.

(Laughing out, belly laughing chuckles) No, I’m not. If you ever walked into my mother’s house, you’ll see. “Oh yeah. Never mind. She’s not OCD at all.” This house wouldn’t be left in the state that it’s in if I am — in fact — OCD.

Oh… but… I could see, you really… like things… clean.

I do. I like things clean. I like things neat and tidy. I like to fold clothes for customers so that it’s neat — if I have time — sometimes, I don’t have time. So I’m not OCD because I can weigh up the difference. If there’s no time, it’s okay, just a general fold. It’s not to that extreme — it’s not board folding. If I had time to board fold everything, I’d love to do it! But I can also live, without board folding… I can just… let that pile of clothes stay on that chair for months (this is me at home now, lol)… I can walk past piles of junk mail on top of the piano to sort out. I don’t have the time, I don’t have the energy — I’ll get to it. I really will. But it’s not as urgent… actually, maybe I’m spending too much time writing and not getting other things done around the house.

(Smiles) It’s okay. Those things aren’t urgent. Talk to me. Write to me. I love it.

Yes, I think we’re finding our groove… And there’s going to be a lot more self-reflective updates. Whatever was said previously… well, typed out… about whatever other routines… I don’t even remember exactly. It wasn’t the “be all and end all” of relationship rules. It was just… relationship musings.

Poetry musings, relationship musings…

Yes! You’re right. I could probably have used that as a tagline for this blog.

So it’s “not that serious” — none of it. Whatever you’re writing.

(Chuckles) Yeah, it’s really not.

But are you still promising that you’re going to marry me one day, when the timing is right?

Yes. (Nodding) Of course.

(Chest brimming with happiness)… (Deep breaths)…

Just like all your fans. “Marry me!!!” (Screaming and waving hands)…

(Chuckles)… (Side-eye)… (Nodding)… One day.

One day.