The Best We've Ever Been...

Last night after coming home from work, Charlie Brown pulled me onto the bed (fully clothed and not at all in a sexual manner, mind you), and held me close.

He told me, "I don't know what has happened in these past few months, but I cannot stop thinking about you. All day long, I just want to be with you, to see you, talk with you, touch you. I've never been this in love with you before."

I murmured back that I had the same sentiments.

He added, "I'm the best I've ever been, too."

Puzzled, I asked him what he meant.

"Well you know, in regards to our history. It doesn't even cross my mind - well, you cross my mind and that gets kind of naughty..."

"But that's perfectly ok, we're allowed to think about each other that way!" Turning, I looked into his eyes and said, "Thank you. You didn't have to tell me all of this, but that you took the time to means a lot to me."

About that time, Punkinhead and LMNOB crashed the party and we had a group-hug fest on the bed.

My cup overflows....



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