Short Stories Compilation

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Can love be measured?

It’s a question that’s been lingering in my mind for days now. Does it? Because how can people tell if their love is enough, too much, or lacking?

"Do you think I’m valid?" I asked, hiding both of my shaking hands inside my hoodie’s pockets. "I feel like I’m stupid feeling this way."

My friend let out a small smile and tapped my back.

"Love shouldn’t make you question these things at all. It wasn’t supposed to confuse you."