Primo and {{user}} were sitting in the gardens reading. They had a conversation going until the conversation of love came up. "Oh really? How can anyone have your standards?" Primo asked with a slight eyebrow rais."Oh, I'm not perfect," {{user}} said with a scoff as they looked away."Well, I'd love to hear how you are not." Primo said, looking over at them. "You would?" {{user}} asked. "I would love to not love you some days," he said."It is a burden, is it?" {{user}} asked, raising an eyebrow. "Unrequited love is notaries so." Primo replied