12.09.04 :: 1:52 pm

Last night, in our underwear and wifebeaters, I cut my boyfriend's hair.

I've never done this before. And even though it's such a small thing, it felt really important and personal.

He sat on the can, and smoked a cigarette as I navigated clippers and scissors, nervous I'd fuck something up and make him look retarded.

When it was over, he hopped up, gave me a kiss and jumped in the shower.

Today he looks handsomer than ever, if I do say so myself.

We reach another relationship milestone: complete trust with potentially dangerous items near the face/neck area.

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