“I think love is when someone is more important in your heart than you are,” he said, speaking like a guy who did in fact know more on the topic than me. “Huh,” I said, nodding. “That makes sense. You know, you’re pretty smart.” He shrugged nonchalantly, then asked, “So, do you think you love her?” “Well, I mean, I would do anything for her—and you. So, I guess that makes her pretty important.” “And do you think about her all the time? Because, like, this girl in my class—Beth … I know I love her because I think about her almost every minute of every freakin’ day.” I turned with narrowed eyes.
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