We’ve been fighting more than we should be. Me and my boyfriend. Not in that on-the-verge-of-breaking-up sort of way, more in that okay-here’s-another-small-insignificant-argument sort of way. Still I’ve spent my fair share of time recently, realizing that one day I could lose him. Not in that I-can’t-find-him-where-did-I-put-him sort of way, but in that goodbye one. Because I know that even though he’s one of the nicest boys on earth, nice guys have their limits too, especially when it comes to being with pickers. Which is what I am… a picker. Whether it be my nose or a fight, I’m good at picking.

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