Him: Are you okay?

Me: Yes.

Him: Laura.

Me: NO.

*begins to wail*

*buries her head under a pillow*

Him: What happened?

Me: I WAS LISTENING TO LES MISERABLES ON MY iPOD.

Him: …

Me: It’s just so s-s-saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. But then, TOUCHING.

*cries harder*

Him: I…hm.

Me: (looking up from pillow) DO NOT TELL ANYONE THIS HAPPENED.

A few minutes later…

Him: Do you want to order some dinner?

Me: *bursts into fresh tears* I WOULD LOVE TO. I LOVE DINNER SO MUCH.

Him: Woah, seriously, are you okay?

Me: I don’t know. I think I’m tired. Also, I just went to yoga so I’m feeling particularly vulnerable right now.

Him: Between that and the Les Miz comment, can I just say that you have never sounded so incredibly white.

Me: And insane. OH GOD I FEEL CRAZY.

Him: DON’T CRY.

Me: TOO LATE.