47-9-s-126-43-w:Up to this point, it was just a harmless (albeit awkward) joke. “I guess I&rsq
47-9-s-126-43-w:Up to this point, it was just a harmless (albeit awkward) joke. “I guess I’ll come in handy, should you ever need help painting *nervous giggle*”. It seemed like you’d both been almost the same height for as long as you’d known each other so who would ever have suspected she might still have a few to go well into her 20s. You can still recall how you spent that first day she was suddenly eye to eye with you at 5'10. Debates about ideal heights, comic books and worst case scenarios drifted in and out of normal conversation sporadically as if you were both trying to indirectly express a comfort with the idea that threatened to weird the other out. As fate would have it, the two of you did end up moving in together and because fate had a sense of humour, your mouth was so dry looking up at her, you could barely get the words out, jokingly asking her if she was ready to be called out on her offer. In the months that followed you realized she was no longer matching your 5'10 but slowly eclipsing it and it was during this period of medical appointments, tests, fear and anxiety that your bond seemed to grow right along with her. As she reached to the top of the wall in her bare feet, she continually glanced down at you for a read on your reaction. You simoly smiled, “Hey, don’t give me that look, this was your idea way back, remember? It’s not my fault ALL of you is growing” and waved your hand in a circular motion across your chest for emphasis. She dropped back down onto her heels and adjusted her top. “We good?” she asked. At a full 6'6 you both checked your phones, “20 minutes until we have to be at Dr. Carver’s, that oughta give this coat a chance to dry.” -- source link