Separate names with a comma.
He chuckled teasingly. "Ouch." *** "Because you don't love me, I guess."
"It just does, for us. It's our saying."
She nodded, reassured. "I believe you."
"Shapes?" he asked curiously, watching the sky. "I think I lack imagination."
"Soulmates, maybe." *** She sighed dramatically, saying nothing.
"Completely and utterly. Usually when she says it it means she loves me."
She grinned. "Really? I know you tend to pick names like that, so.."
"I see.." He pursed his lips, before laying back. "That's interesting."
"What a wonderful existence." *** "I don't need proof to know you don't love me." She sighed dramatically. "You rarely say it, anyways."
"The two words mean the same thing."
"Can we just name it Horse? That would work."
He cocked his head. "What about lavender?"
"I never will." *** "No you don't."
"Because that's what she says."
"No.."
"What does bluebell mean?"
"Perfect." *** "Yes I do. You don't love me."
"No. It's something anyone can say."
"Oh how the tables have turned."
"I don't know any of that."
