These are the things that prove to me I am loved.
- She does the stupid sound the third time.
- You say you want $randomstupidthing, and she actually searches for it for you!
- When we both can't afford to go to an event we both love, she's open to sending me stag.
- When you want to make yourself a pot of macroni-in-cheese, because you just can't shake those bad habits you had when you lived alone, and you need a pot that is currently in the sink because you dirtied it a few nights before, she actually washes it for you so you can have your Velveeta crap.
- Dude. You're Boymeat, and yet she still manages to love you.