The other day we had a birthday on the patio. For some reason their Hooters Girl just wanted to do a birthday clap so we all went over and did our thing. But what touched me was the guy's girlfriend. They couldn't take their eyes off each other. As we sang out bit she was signing him the happy birthday song. She was deaf. They had the happiest expressions on their faces and the moment we finished with "Happy Birthday... TO YOU!!!" she reached over and gave him the biggest hug and gave him his gift to open. It was so touching. Their happiness was so pure and real. No one else compared to them that night. The other couples in the restaurant consisted of irritated girlfriends and drunk wives. This was real, unconditional love. The kind that doesn't really notice any other girl, the kind that lights up when their eyes meet, and the kind that takes their boyfriend to Hooters for his birthday because she wants him to have fun and be happy. Oh god, I think I'm overdosing on cuteness. I need to go lay down.
Ten years of torture
6 days ago