phoneus:

my future husband: stop crying you foolish little man just tell me what’s wrong:

me: I,, ,,,, hnnn,,, hhwhghhhh,

husband: *grabs my waist* TELL ME! *tearing up, pleadingly* PLEASE! WHAT AM I DOING WRONG

me: *shakily hands him this faded photograph* yyyy’’’mnnf hhfhg,g,,