I would ask him to sing a little bit of Cher's song "Believe".
I would ask him to call my phone so I could hear his ringtone: "Hot n Cold".
I would let him tickle me.
I would tell him that I forgave him the minute he broke my heart, and tell him that I know now why it had to be done.
I would tell him how special he made me feel.
I would tell him that I loved his family and all his friends.
I would tell him that I was so thankful that God orchestrated our meeting.
I would ask him to call me Natasha, and I would rub his head one last time (and he would probably go "Kitty!!!" like Boo from Monster's Inc.).
I would tell him that I loved him, and that I never stopped, and that he was just plain ridiculous if he thought he could convince me to do otherwise.
After all this, I would hug him, and hold onto his hand until he walked out of the door of Briggs where we always met. Then, right before our hands broke, I would say, "I'll see you soon, dollink. I love you."
That is what I would do if I had 5 more minutes.
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