Why do you love me?

"Why do you love me?" he asked.

She looked at him with incredulous eyes! She was equally confused and frustrated.

All she could say was, "Do I need a reason to love you? What's the point of love if I have to search for a reason?"

Holding her hand in his, he tenderly said, "Someday I may not be enough. It's then that you'll need the reason, to hold on to, just a little longer."

Somewhere, she understood.