You know those people who, when committed, compulsively feel the need to reiterate their love for their partner? And expect the same too? They’re a common variety, aren’t they?
One of them, while playing agony aunt, pointedly asked her friend, “do you still love him?”. The friend, exasperated, said, “what is love?!”. She was stumped.
Been weeks. Still is.
Fuchsia 