The following morning, I received another message from Yusuf, and this time, I woke up on the other side of the bed, and I was feeling irritated as my stomach hurt.
"Hello, beautiful. I can't do much right now, but I will start practising soon. I want to put up rehearsals so I can write you some good love songs. The book will be written in your name, celebrating the love between us. I plan to drop albums dedicated to every letter of your name. I will write you a love letter and love you even better.
We can meet every day if possible, and I will love you until I lose myself in it. It won't be silent; my wit will shine through it. You can tease me, and I won't take offence," he replied.
"But can you stop already? This whole bunch of flattery is irritating me. How can you claim to love me like this when you can’t stand up for it? You're just behind your keyboard, typing what you found in a love novel," I replied.