She had needed something to prove my love was worth it. I mean, she didn't put it that way, but that's what she asked of me, a sign of my love for her being enough to build a life together.
I didn't have one.
We were in the middle of the street and I had a dozen dollars to my name. After several long seconds, she turned on her heel.
And then the song played from a window. A slow, tender love ballad. So I began to sing.
She knew how much I hated to sing, so it was enough.
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