My Everything
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"Let's talk about us," he smiled at her.
"Thank you," Sabella smiled with relief. She didn't come all the way to sit with him and talk about her friends or his. She asked a straightforward question, "What are we now?"
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"Yeah," She couldn't believe him at that point, and all she could do was stare at him weirdly.
"Are you now my boyfriend, everything, lover, something. What do you mean by you don't..."
"Yeah," he smiled as if something had clicked, preventing her from finishing.
"Yeah, what?"
"What you said earlier."
"Something," he rolled his eyes.
"Before that."
"Boyfriend."
"No! After that!"
"What did I say? Everything." What was this man pushing at this time around?
He took her hand, confusing her even more. She could feel anger slowly rising in her with whatever Kofi was saying to annoy her, but then, as he rubbed her fingers gently, he uttered words that were going to be forever printed in the mind of Sabella Ampate. He spoke, almost subtly, with a warm smile, "That's it. You're my everything."
It wasn't a romantic speech. Just two short sentences that carried the weight of all they represented. The fury that was building up in Sabella from all the confusion suddenly disappeared. Looking back into those dark-brown eyes of his, slowly remembering the rough journey they'd individually been through before crossing paths, she uttered those words softly to herself like an inspirational whisper.
"My Everything."
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