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He had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. Each time he looked at me, my heart just flipped over.

He could never be mine. He already belonged. Yet, unable to contain myself, I asked him one day,

“Do you love me?”

“Of course, I do!”

There was amazement in his voice that I should ever ask such a question.

“How much?”

I couldn’t leave well enough alone. He looked down, frowning.

“Four! I love you FOUR!”

He held up four fingers triumphantly.

I knew it was the best score from someone who could only count up to four.


Written for 

100 Words On Saturday 12 Prompt: BEAUTIFUL EYES

100 Words On Saturday