"Well, then, why are you trying to come up with something mushy to say?" I looked at her from my position on the floor, stretched out, ankles crossed, headphones halfway on.
"Well, I want him to know how much I love him. And I can only think of mushy clichés." She sighed as she flopped herself down on the beanbag chair.
"Then tell him that." I slipped the headphones back over my ears.
"You make me think in clichés. Yeah... that will work."