it’s like fairytale love

“Hey. Wake up.”

“Mmmph. What?”

“Do you love me?”

“Is this a trick question?”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Yes, I love you. …What’s wrong?”

“I’m just wondering why.”

“Why what?”

“Why you love me.”

“Oh, God. Please tell me we’re not actually having this conversation at three in the morning.”

“We’re not actually having this conversation at three in the morning. Why do you love me?”

“There is no why. I just do. That’s like asking… that’s like asking why I like breathing, you know? People just like to breathe. And if they didn’t like breathing you’d just have a bunch of really depressed people doing this thing they hate. Or, y’know, the entire human race would just suffocate to death out of pure stubbornness.”

“…So you’re saying that if you didn’t love me, the human race would become extinct?”

“Something along those lines. Can I go to sleep now?”

“Okay. …Hey, wait, no! Wake up.”

“Oh my God, what?”

“I love you too.”

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