She pauses. “Better,” she says, “You mean better.”
He laughs, “Yes, that’s what I mean. I want to love you better.”
She doesn’t want to ask what it means, but she has to, “What are you talking about?”
His shrug is audible over the phone. “I think I take you for granted too often.”
After that, they sit in silence for a while until he says, ”I love you.”
She says it back.
--i just wish you knew, how to tell me this.
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