Cut to the Chase

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“He says I talk too much.”

“He’s the strong, silent type. Besides, actions speak louder than words. What’d you say?”

“I said, ‘I love you.’”

“That’s only three words. Not so bad.”

“But there’s more…”

“Always is, isn’t there?”

“But I—“

“Keep it simple. Stick to the facts. Don’t overanalyze!”

Her friend had a point. Not much to analyze, really.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure, whatever.”

“I love you.”

“You said that—“

“I know, but…”

“Shhh.” He leaned in for a kiss. A kiss that spoke volumes, just as her friend had said. It was a long kiss. A loud kiss. It left her breathless. “You were saying?”

For a moment, she could not remember. For a moment, words failed her. She longed to be consumed by his kiss, to drown in his eyes. Then she remembered:

“I’m dying.”