This morning I sneezed. So I went to the bathroom to grab a tissue and on the way out I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I thought three things in this order:
1. WOW, ridiculous bedhead.
2. Who would want to wake up next to him?
3. I miss you.
So after that I went back to your room and I crawled into your bed. And you smiled. At me.
You smiled. At me.
Or maybe you just smiled. And I happened to intercept the smile.
Either way. When I smiled back... You continued to smile.
So, I think the point is... my bedhead is so funny that it makes you smile. And maybe laugh (but only a little).
Why else would you be smiling?
