“I love you,” I say.
“I love you,” she answers.
“I love you more,” I say.
“No, I love you more,” she says in a voice you could pour on waffles.
And so we continue, amid giggles, until it just gets too silly (a relative measure).
It’s true - I love my wife, and she loves me. We’re usually quite happy and content, doing little things for each other
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