If she loves you, if she really loves you, you’ll know it. If you can wake up to her staring at you and it’s not even mildly creepy, if you catch her smelling the shoulder of the hooded sweatshirt you lent her for an autumn walk at the beach, and not for B.O., if she makes you a pancake in the shape of a shark, if she calls you drunkenly at four in the morning “to talk,” if she laughs at your jokes when they’re funny and makes fun of you when they’re not, if she keeps her fridge stocked with Guinness tallboys for when you come over, if she tells you how she wishes she were closer to her sister and that her dad makes her sad: She loves you.
If she waits all the time behind the door until you finally solved the doorlock maze by Art Lebedev, which should take at least two minutes, since you just woke up, and she still has that beautiful smile on her face when you open up: She loves you, of course she loves you.
(Der Text stammt aus diesem wundervollen QA-Artikel der Morning News, entdeckt bei NomNomNom und ein wenig durch mich erweitert, die Tür bzw. das Schloss-Labyrinth via Super Punch)
