They Aren’t The Perfect Match (Point)

Me: “Okay, my love. You have to go now. You’ll be late! Don’t get in trouble because of me.”

Boyfriend: “Fine, fine I’m going. I’ll text you, okay?”

(We say our goodbyes and walk our separate ways. After a few yards of walking, I run back to my boyfriend, telling him I forgot to tell him something. He says the same.)

Me: “I forgot to tell you: I love you with all my heart.”

Boyfriend: “I forgot to tell you: I have tennis practice at 6.”