She was one with the couch, totally immersed in a book she was reading. I was sitting on the floor next to her. I felt her breath stop for a second. She opened her mouth, thinking.
“Hey, babe?”
“Yeah?” – I replied turning towards her.
“I love you.”
I raised my head, a bit suspicious of what is coming next. I know this girl.
“I love you, too.” – I said, waiting. She smiled a smile of a lioness.
“But you know I love myself as well?”
“Yes, of course. That’s how I know you love me for real.”
Satisfied, she returned her attention to the book, a small smile lingering at the corner of her mouth.
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