4 Letter Word

"Four letter word, four letter love," I sang along with the radio as the song came to an end.

"You wanna know a secret?"

I turned my head to look at him. "Sure,"

"I wrote that song for you," He said grinning as we stopped at a red light.

"But you don't know what my kisses feel like. I mean, sure, we do the little best friend peck, but that's not a real kiss,"

The car was silent except for the radio playing softly as he thought, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. I watched as the light changed to green and the car began to move.

"You're right, I don't know what they feel like. But I have a great imagination. And by the way," he glanced at me, the grin still on his face, "they're real to me."

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