The story of love.

Here's the story of when I first told Zac I loved him.

"I accidentally told Z I loved him last night. I didn't mean to, I swear! We were at Pizza Hut, and we got a half pepperoni and half chicken supreme pizza - and his nasty ass toppings were touching my normal pieces!! So I said they must be segregated immediately. He called me a pizza nazi. I said Hey, I love ya, but not enough to let MY food taste like peppers!" He said I immediately got that deer-cought-in-headlights look, so he's like "what?" I was all Didn't you HEAR what I just said?? It was obviously a bigger deal for me than it was for him. He's been saying it since February. It took me over a year.. We joked about how the first time I said it, it was to insult his dinner. And the first time he said it, it was in the context of him calling me a freak. Ah. Fun times."