That evening, we were enjoying the shade in the yard. I snuggled next to him, looked at his cold brows, and then I asked him, do you love me. He never said this word to me, I just suddenly wanted to hear him say it. He laughed. I thought he was laughing at my stupidity, but I refused and asked again. This time he didn't laugh. He said word for word: I have never been afraid of anything. You were not there that time, so I found out that I was afraid. Is this love?
This is a story between the two of us. If you listen, I will tell it.