Meaning Of Life

He was sitting right here, in this very couch. I was sitting...well, leaning...against him. "What are we doing here?" he asks me. "Us?" I reply. I look around. Some kids are playing a board game, others are watching a movie. "We're just sitting here, contemplating the meaning of life." He gives me a confused look, then smiles. "Oh, is that what we were contemplating? All right then, tell me. What is the meaning of life?" I smiled at him. "Easy," I replied. "The meaning of life is that everyone should be able to pursue the one thing that is important to them." He frowned at me. "How do you mean...?" he prompted. "Well," I continued. "The meaning of my life is easy. See, the one thing that is important to me is to be in your arms for the rest of my life. That means that the meaning of my life is to spend the rest of it with you. That's not so hard, is it?" I smiled up at him. He squeezed me, tears welling up in his eyes. "I love you," he said to me. "Well, I love you too," I answered. "And don't worry, just because we don't live by each other doesn't mean we'll stop living or anything...it just means that when we see each other again, it's all the more wonderful." He laughed, hugging me close. "Anytime I'm with you, I don't need to know the meaning of life, or anything," he said. "When I'm with you, I'm not alive...I'm in love."