After a hearty dinner with the family, Advik and I find ourselves on a late-night ice cream date. How this man always knows I'm craving one without me even saying a word is beyond me. I guess years of being together does that—you become hyperaware of your partner's needs, wants, and quirks. And honestly? I'm not complaining, as long as it means I get to relish my own customized sundae bowl, stacked with seven different ice cream flavors that absolutely should not go together.
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