i lay in bed with ethan as the stereo plays soft music, "eth, can i ask you a question?" i turn over to him.
"what's on your mind?"
"so if we take away the big shirts, the tattoos, the sweatpants and vans would you still-
i don't know think-"
"whatever you're trying to get at juliet is wrong. i think you're perfect. no matter what you wear and what's on you're body."
"okay but i don't wear makeup. also no purse in my hands, i think they're ugly and someone could steal it." i begin to ramble.
"and that's fine babe. whatever makes you happy and comfortable."
he moves his arm down my spine tracing my tattoos, "my resting bitch face is mistaken for the mean girl. i just want to tell you that."
"you're my mean girl then." he smiles "j where is all of this coming from, we've been together for almost a year."
i sit up in the bed crossing my legs as ethan lays down moving his arms under his head, "my ex never really liked some of my qualities, and there's nothing more i want in this world than somebody who loves me naked." i move my hair out of my face, " you know, someone who never asks for love but knows how to take it. are you that somebody who sees a wall and breaks it?"
"juliet of course. now come lay down. you're everything to me, and i wouldn't trade anyone or anything for you." he says wrapping his bare arms around my waist lightly pulling me towards him.
