“I love you,”

Sami Shah
Sami Shah
Jul 28, 2017 · 2 min read

she said.

“Do you mean that,” I asked, my voice steady, not lilting with hope.

She cupped my face in her hands, “Yes.”

“What does it mean though,” I asked.

“What does it mean,” she laughed, placing her hands back on the table, where the shredded remains of her napkin were beginning to stir in the late evening breeze.

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