The banter was our favourite form of tennis, it was how we showed we'd won each other's love.
Chatting with him was a sort of verbal dance, one beautifully chaotic, one that makes you laugh out loud feel your heart switching on. It was banter, I guess, but I lived for it, looked forward to it, and would have spent any amount of time in his company that I could have. We were funny together, not so much with others...we just brought that sense of playfulness out of one another.
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