This is my story
It’s about my boyfriend waking up to use the restroom and me getting out of bed to carefully and excitedly make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. We haven’t had grape jelly in so long, and I wish we had milk. I briefly consider cutting an apple but decide I’m not quite that hungry. I wrap a half piece of paper towel around the sandwich and crawl back in bed with my robe as my bib. He returns moments later, gets settled under the blankets and says, “you’re sitting in the dark?” To that I simply say: “I have a sandwich.” He laughs because he knows me. Outside of us it may not make sense but inside it’s love.