“You’re my favorite,” he said offhand.
“Favorite what?” she wondered aloud.
“Oh, well,” he stammered. “Well, just that. My favorite pair of eyes to look into. My favorite name to see appear on my phone. My favorite way to spend an afternoon. Fill in the blank, Beautiful…I left it at favorite for a reason.”
“You’re my favorite too,” she the soul soother whispered

- दीप ✒