What a loser

“I lost it.”
“You’re a loser, then. Hee hee!”
“I’m not a loser!”
“Why not?”
“Because then I’d lose you.”

Now I lay me down to sleep

“Do you still love me?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t say it back any more since we fought. If you still mean it, I need you to say it.”
“I love you, babe.”
“I love you too.”