The competition

They sat together on their couch, fresh from the Salvation Army.

”I love you,” he said, looking into her eyes.

Which pooled and glistened.

”I love you more,” she smiled.

”No, I love you more,” he smiled back.

”No, I love you more.”

”No, I love you more.”

”No, I love you more,”

”I guess we’ll have forever to prove who wins,” he laughed.

”And then some,” she said.

She buried her head in his shoulder. They nuzzled and kissed.

They did not have so long to wait.

Two years later, there was a mutual friend and then some surprises and many tears and a change of heart.

And him sitting alone on new furniture, agonized to have won the competition.