Don’t Not Love Me Not

(I am helping my fiancé clean up his room a little when I find a notebook I recognize.)

Me: “Hey, I found your dream book!”

Fiancé: “My what?”

Me: “Your dream book. I saw it the first time I visited your house. You asked me not to look in it because you had written down some dreams you had with me and you didn’t want me to read them.”

Fiancé: “Oh, yeah, you never told me what you thought of those dreams.”

Me: “What?”

Fiancé: “Wait, you mean you didn’t read it anyway after I left the room?”

Me: “No, why?”

Fiancé: “I had no idea! I wrote a love letter to you on the first page thinking you would instantly start reading after I told you not too.”

Me: “But… I love you. I didn’t want you to get mad at me for looking at it after you asked me not too!”

Fiancé: “Well then read it! It’s really romantic!”

Me: “Okay… but the next time you want me to do something, don’t tell me not to do it!”