“McLove over a McChicken”


He took me to see The Notebook, and of course I cried through the whole thing. He took me to McDonald’s afterward, and I was crying with a mouthful of a McChicken sandwich. And he didn’t care. He kissed me anyway.


Postscript: We dated for a year, and now we’re best friends.

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