Reasons to love my David

[lydy]

I am having trouble falling asleep, tonight. For reasons that I don't even pretend to guess at, my brain is rehashing old, failed relationships. Thank you, brain. At last, I woke DDB up from a sound sleep.

"I'm sorry. I'm crazy and insecure, but I need you to tell me that you love me."

"Urghh?"

"I'm sorry. I'm feeling really crazy and insecure. I need you to tell me that you love me."

"I love you."

"Are you sure?

"Yes."

"Why would you do such a silly thing?"

"I don't know. I do love you, though."

"Oh. Ok. I love you, too."

"Oh, good." Snores.

And the snoring, that was the most reassuring bit. Because he trusted me to ask for what I needed, gave me what I needed, and then considered it to be a successful enough transaction that he could go back to sleep without worrying about what I _really_ meant. Because, what I really meant was, "Please tell me that you love me." And he did.

I'm not asleep, yet, obviously. But David, he loves me. And I love him. And our relationship may not make sense to outsiders, but it genuinely works.

I love you, David.