THREE LITTLE WORDS
THREE LITTLE WORDS
The other day I was on the phone with my landlord
asking her if I could drop off my rent check a day late
She said yes
and I thanked her
and then just before I hung up
I accidentally said “I love you.”
It went something like “Okay, great, so I’ll bring it by tomorrow then… okay, I love you, bye…”
And then I realized what I said and hung up really quickly.
For some reason, in my stomach I
felt the way you do when you accidentally
trip on the sidewalk
in front of a bunch of people
that you really want to think you are cool.
And then I thought,
why do I want my landlord to think I’m cool?
And I felt a little better.
I bet she told the whole office though…
“He said he loves me…”