Spread the love

I was getting a manicure when my nail artist’s husband came in in a bad mood. The girl said ’Can you wait 5 minutes? We have a ritual.’ I thought they were about to make love and expected to hear smooching behind the door, but instead, she hugged him tightly while leaning against his chest as he inhaled the smell of her hair repeating, ’Thanks, you are my happiness.’ Then he kissed her forehead and let her return to me. If someone ever tells me that love doesn’t exist, I’ll throw a stone at them.

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