In the dark, I asked him why he loves me.
I got a “huh?” in response.
It’s something he says when he comprehends a question but doesn’t know how to reply on the spot.
Silence passed, the sound of his mind racing.
How interesting. So I gave him an out:
You could just tell me i’m pretty, or that you love how witty and funny I am, something like that…
But perhaps his inability to answer is a satisfactory response in itself: I have a naïve interpretation that works for me.
Such is love — the projection of the self onto the other.
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