{Reason #2 why I love having a roommate}

He leaves things out and about.


Things like . . .







His work books.


His manly-man, hard-working, work boots.


They are rough, and worn, and a testament to the work he does to provide for me. They are also manly (did I say that already?).


They remind me of how hard he works, they remind me of the stubble on his manly face, they remind me that he needs a new pair of boots and that we should probably take care of that soon.


I love my roommate. I’m so glad he is mine forever.

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