A Fart From The Heart, Part 4

(My boyfriend and I live together and although I am completely fine with anything body related, I still hate admitting to him I have gas sometimes. I usually leave the room or something or hold it in until he’s not around. At this point I’m in the bedroom reading while he’s playing video games in the living room. Seeing as we aren’t together I let out a big one. A few seconds later my phone gets a text.)

Husband: “…You know, your farts aren’t as quiet as you think they are.”

(I immediately start laughing and then text back.)

Me: “You heard that?!”

Husband: “Baby, I hear them all and sometimes smell them when you think I don’t. But that’s all right; I love you anyway. Besides you’re the only one I know who can rival mine.”

(It was at this point I knew I could feel completely comfortable around him forever.)