My heart legitimately may have
skipped a beat, for some
highly absurd reason,
when you were talking
about washing dishes today.
Because the thought was
overpowering and
sickeningly adorable.
Sleeves rolled up
and elbow-deep in
sudsy water
was my impression.
And I immediately
thought of the
typical scene of
the two people standing
close, bent over the sink
scrubbing dishes,
laughing with each other
and such.
I'd wash dishes with you.
(And I really hate washing dishes.)
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