Love is Like . . ,

Austin was making tofu.
Austin: I think I’ve squeezed all the liquid out of this that I can.
So I threw my arms around Austin’s waist.
Me: Have I squeezed you enough?
Austin: You can never squeeze me enough.
So I squeezed him some more.
Austin: There aren’t words to describe how much I love you.
Me: There are. You don’t spend enough time with a dictionary.
Austin: I don’t need a dictionary, I have Stephen King.
Me: Thank you for comparing our love to a Stephen King novel.