And I said, 'No. It's ok. I'll just give it a pass. I hate oweing you.'
Then he said, 'Who says anything about oweing? I want you to have it. Buy ok?'
LOVE? I say I'm flying in cloud 9.
And no, love is never material, whether he buys me that or not. It's in the words, the gestures, the thought. I asked him why he wanted me to have it so much.
He says, 'Cause I like it when I see that look on your face which you are putting on right now'.
Happiness to him, as I learnt, is the joy of seeing me be happy. Tell me, how can I not love this boy?
