One hundred and forty three.
"Huh? What's with that number? That number seems so dearly important to you." I say. You only nodded.
"It didn't matter what they wanted to say," You said while your eyes pierced right through me.
What's wrong with this man really? Is he on drugs? He looks so damn flustered and high.
"Are you high?" I asked, eyebrows raised intended as possible. You only smiled meekly.
"No. I'm not ashamed to tell it. Not in this entire goddamn universe how I am truly, madly, deeply falling in love with a girl like you." You confessed.
Wait, is this some sort of a cliche love story? Or just a casual affair between us two?
"I'm completely torn up between loving and keeping you close. I just love how you smiled happily." You answered. I was left stunned back with you words.
This is the first time that someone means the whole world to me.
Everything.
"So, let me ask you. What's your favorite number?" You challenged. Are we playing some mind twister games here? I'm not that smart enough in Mathematics though. But for him, I'll try my best to beat him up to this game.
"One hundred forty-three," I answered as your lips began to tug a faint smile that were slowly creeping up to your face.
"Good, now it's your turn to ask me," You said as I hummed and cleared my throat.
"Alright, let me ask you a tricky question. 28.6 times 5?"
You smiled. Probably because you already knew and saw it right through me.
"143"
Oh right, we both knew the answer to that serious math question.
And just like that, those three numbers could mean so much better than just spelling it out correctly by eight letters.
