Lubita Love Stories

“I’ll love you until the last one dies.” He said.

“Babe…” I replied. “You’re so cliche sometimes.”

He giggled. I nudged my nose into the fluffy pink petals, searching for the one that had no scent.

“Babe…where’s the fake flower?”

He grinned sheepishly. “There is none. They’re all 100% real.” He gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I frowned. Although I detest those cheesy pages on Facebook where the guy does unrealistic prince-like things to make the girl swoon in every way possible, loving me until the last one dies would only last a week or two.

“But…does that mean…you’ll stop loving me in a week?”

“Of course not!”

“But, you’ll only love me until the last one dies…in a week is when all of them will be dead…”

“Not this one.” Suddenly, my eyes saw nothing but a silver sparkle and the glow of his big blue eyes as he muttered four simple words.

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(via fuckyeahpinkthings)