(My boyfriend and I have been dating for a couple of months. We’re both in college. I’m at my parents’ house in Indiana and he’s at his parents’ house in Alabama for Christmas break. After accidentally saying ‘I love you’ to him for giving me a back massage only three weeks in, I told him he’d have to be the one to say ‘I love you,’ next. He’s been telling me that he’s not going to say it for a really long time.)

Boyfriend: *via Skype, with the sound cutting out* “—c***. I’ll have you know, I say ‘love you lots’ to my parents when I get off Skype with them, so I guess we’re one for one now.”

Me: “What?! The sound cut out, so I didn’t even get to hear it!”

Boyfriend: “What? What are you talking about? Babe, you’re imagining things. That never happened.”

(The next day, over the phone. I’d just been crying.)

Me: “I’m sorry. I’m being so silly right now.”

Boyfriend: “Babe, you’re fine. Your silliness is why I love you—I mean like you! S***!”

Me: *smiling* “I’m sorry? What was that?”

Boyfriend: “Well, I guess we’re two for one now.”

Me: “Can I count that one?”

Boyfriend: “…yes.”

Me: “Love you, too, dear.”