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I Love You.

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museisforever1207

Published: Nov 3, 2011

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"Have you ever been in love?"

"Yes."

"What is it like?"

"Magical. The best feeling of my life."

"What does it feel like to be in love?"

"Let's see… Being in love is like the beautiful rainbow after a storm. It's the butterflies in your stomach and the tremble in your fingertips. It's the pink on your cheeks caused by something other than a cool breeze and the inability to do anything but smile. It's the fact that every day seems brighter and giving up hope doesn't even cross your mind."

"Wow…"

"Yeah, love is an amazing feeling."

"You must love someone quite a lot."

"I do. But why do you suddenly want to know so much about love?"

"Well, I thought I was in love. But now I'm sure I am."

"Who's the lucky person?"

"I shouldn't say."

"I'll tell you who I love if you tell me who you love."

"At the same time?"

"Sure."

"One, two, three…"

"-You!"

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EDIT: Guys! I'm entirely baffled at the IMMENSE popularity this has received! I'm so thankful for all of you and your support and just glad that you guys all like my writing! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU! I don't think I can express that enough! You have officially boggled my mind!

I'll leave it open to interpretation which gender the speakers are, because there really are plenty of ways it can be taken.

Just a short dialogue with really no semblance of a plot whatsoever. But oh well, no harm in posting it anyways, right?