I'm not a witch but this is my curse for you:
One day you are going to be laying on the living room couch, resting your head on her thighs, when a scene of the movie you are watching will cause you to automatically take her hands in yours, so she can't cover her face in secondhand embarrassment.
But you won't feel her squirm below you trying to free her hands to cover her face.
You'll look up and realize that's not my face and those aren't my thighs. And the hands you are holding in your hands aren't mine.
And then you'll understand that the time we spent together will forever and ever hunt you.
