"How do you know he loves you?" She asked incredulously, "He's never said it. He's never even come close."
But, oh, of course he has. When he says, "Get some more rest" and "what did you eat?" and "can I ask you a favor?". Of course he loves me.
Instead, to her, I replied, "It matters far less what he says to me. It matters more that I love him."
"This is why you are a fool."
She was right. Foolishness is easy when you love as hard as you can.
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