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a thousand reasons why

Just something sappy and silly I wrote a while ago. I think I was hormonal...if you know what I mean lol :P

“You're not listening to me!” she cried in dismay.

His eyebrow shot up, surprised by her volume. “Would you chill?”

“No, I'm not going to 'chill',” she snapped, hands turning into fists. “You don't get it. I'm not a little girl anymore. You can't kick me down anymore.” She paused. “There's nothing in this world that can hold me down. Not even you. Not anymore.”

His eyes narrowed. “Oh yeah?”

She bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep it from quivering. God forbid that he see that. “Yeah, you fucking douche bag.”

He raised a shaking hand to slap her, but stopped himself. The bitch wasn't worth his time. “Okay, fine. You win, you whore. Just stay the fuck out of my way.”

He turned to leave, but she reached out and grasped his leathered arm. “I just wanted to be someone that you could rely on!” she screamed. “I tried. I tried so hard and you didn't see!”

“Oh, I saw.” He shook his arm from her small hand hard, knocking her forward. She gained her balance before slamming into his backside. “I saw everything. I saw you follow him around and laugh with him and-”

“He means nothing to me!” she argued. “You have to believe me.”

“You may believe that,” he said quietly, blinking. “But I saw the look in your eyes. You love him. So go to him.”

“I'll never go to him,” she told him. “You think you know how I feel about a person? Then do you know how I feel about you?”

“Let me guess,” he said, tone ice. “You can't live without me.”

“I can live without you,” she assured him, which stung him in all the wrong places. “But not the way I would want to.” She reached out, brushed her fingers against his. He twitched, yearned, to take her hand and spin around and kiss her hard. He resisted. “You make me feel like I can do anything; swim a thousand leagues and run a thousand miles, climb a thousand feet.” She licked her lips, tasting salt. Tears streamed down her face. “You give me butterflies galore. No, there's a fucking zoo in my stomach every time I lay eyes upon you. You make me forget that I have flaws. Every one of my favourite songs remind me of you.”

“But I saw you with him,” he insisted, memorizing each and every line she said to him. “I saw that smile and that look.”

She took his hand, grasped it. “And?” she asked, a little annoyed, but happy to reassure. “That's not the look I give you, is it?”

He shook his head. “N-no...”

“I don't love both of you. I love one of you. I'll follow you anywhere; down the street, across the ocean, up a mountain, through the desert. You name it, you say my name, and I'm there...because I love you,” she said to him. “I love you more than anything in this world. More than my parents, more than my siblings, more than my friends, more than my cat.”

A smile tugged at his lips. “More than Whiskers; are you sure?”

She almost melted. “Of course I'm sure.”

“Say it again, then.”

“I love you. I love you I love you I love you.”

He smiled. “I love you.”

-Alethiometer