One day when we was hugging and cuddling, suddenly;
Do you love me?
Yea, of course. *looked at me in the eye* You asked me that question like, at least once a week. Why? You don’t trust my feeling or something?
Ummm. Well…. *paused for a second*
Because I love to hear it when you tell me you love me.
…I love you, silly.