22/07/2025
Pooh: "Eeyore… what do you think love is?"
Eeyore: "Hmm. I think love is… when someone stays, even when you're not very lovable."
Pooh: "Oh. Then I must love you a lot."
Eeyore: "Even when I’m gloomy and grumbly?"
Pooh: "Especially then. Love doesn’t go away just because the sky is gray."
Eeyore: "And I suppose… love is also when someone listens, even if you don’t say much."
Pooh: "And when someone remembers your favorite spot to sit, even if you forgot it yourself."
Eeyore: "Sounds like you’ve been doing a lot of loving, Pooh."
Pooh: "I just call it being your friend. But maybe… maybe that’s the same thing."
Eeyore: (quietly) "Then I’m lucky. Even if I don’t always feel it."
Pooh: "That’s okay. I’ll feel it for both of us."