need a pail?

..and i look into her eyes and I can tell she means it. Past experiences and hollywood-type movies have taught me that I should be doubting all of this. Be wary, and travel cautiously.
I do.
But I have a mind of my own.
And a set of eyes that see how much she gives a shit. And to be honest, I don't even need those to tell.
I am not threatened by outside factors. But I am insulted. Especially at those that can really tell how happy each of us (her and I) are.
Crazy, isnt it... how one person that considers themself so insignificant at times, can honestly flip my world upside down and an uncountable number of times better.
Sigh. swoon. gush. vomit.