"I love you" He told her.
"I don't get why you love me. You can do so much better." She laughed a dry laugh.
Her eyes went from happy to filled with misery,  
"So much better."
Facing the other side, he started talking."Well maybe I don't want better. I want you. All of you. I want us. Skin on skin, feet tangled like a cobweb and hair as messy as our relationship. I want this. I want the space between your ribs. I want you to bury your 4AM laughter in my chest. I want kisses and fights and hugs and cuddles and ***. I want your breath on my breath and your hand in my hand. Forever." But when he turned around, she was fast asleep. And she was his. She was his.