"What do you mean, Young?" She tilted her head and squinted against the bright sunlight that was invading his bedroom. From the corner or his pillow, he peeked out at her and saw a world enraptured in light.
"I mean, what do you want Benny?" It was always better to allow her to form her own opinion, especially about tender matters of the heart.
"What do I want? I want... I want..."
"Do you want to be happy?" It was always better to lead her heart to form the right opinion, especially about matters concerning her hapiness.
"Of course."
"Does he make you happy?" This was before he knew how utterly sad she truly was, and how it hurt her heart to lie to him.
"Yeah, of course."
"Well then be with him, but if he doesn't make you happy, if thinking of him doesn't make you smile, if kissing him doesn't make your heart fly, then I think it is time for you to reconsider..."
"Reconsider... what?"
It wasn't worth making her cry.
This was an opinion she would have to form her own.
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