"It is by no means, an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream." - Edgar Allan Poe
H.G: *while snuggling in bed* Goodnight Myka
Myka: Goodnight, Helena.
H.G: I love you.
Myka: I love you too.
H.G: *presses a kiss to Myka's temple* I love you more
Myka: Shut up, no you don't! You're a filthy liar and I hate you! ...'Cause I love you more.
H.G: *bursts into laughter*
Myka: *grins and cuddles*
H.G: *cuddles back ... still laughing*