Every day I told her how amazing and wonderful she was. That she was the most incredible girl on Earth.
At first, she found it charming, then endearing, then just part of who I was. But eventually she insisted to know why I kept having to repeat it.
I tried to stall, but eventually I had to confess that i needed her to be amazing, as if she was amazing and loved me, I had to be special too.
She showed me why that was a bad attitude to have and helped me through it, since she really was amazing.
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