A Proposal

Boy: I like you
Girl: what?
Boy: what?  I mean….. I like you. It doesn't mean I love you or I want to marry you. Just, I like you. That’s it.
Girl: but why?
Boy: well… I don’t know. May be I like your kind of girls.
Girl: no no, I mean why not?
Boy: I don’t get you
Girl: why you won’t love me or marry me?
Boy: (silence)

Then there was complete silence.  They were talking . Rest of the world could see their smiling face.

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