True Love

True Love

She reached for his hand. He embraced hers.

“I love you,” she said.

“How do you know?” he asked. “How can you ever know about love?”

“You bore me in a very specific way,” she said.

“Specific?”

“Yes. Specifically. You bore me much differently than anyone else ever has.”

He looked at her blankly.

Her voice quivered.

“Do you understand?” she asked.

His heart raced.

“Absolutely,” he said.

“Because there isn’t anything else,” she said.

“I know,” he said. “And you know too? This isn’t a game?”

“No,” she said. “I swear, the boredom’s real. And it’s beautiful.”

“Truly?”

“Truly,” she confessed.

They clenched their wrapped hands. Each wept.

That’s when they both knew it was finally true love.

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