He's just good. And that's what makes me proud.
I don't have to fight with him or "play games" or scheme to get what I want. Usually what we want is the same thing. We have the same goals for the future, and I know we will find places where those don't quite overlap as perfectly as we think, or where our ideas of how to get there don't perfectly mesh, but that doesn't scare me. Because he cares for me, truly and very deeply. And that love, with its earnestness so pure it amazes me, lends sincerity to his desire to include me in every decision he makes.
I also don't need to "train him." That same love is patient and knows that sometimes I want things he doesn't understand. If it's important to me, he makes it important to him. I don't need to condition him - I need to communicate with him. And I need to remember that sometimes he thinks what I want just doesn't make any sense, and it really doesn't.
He would go out of his way to make me happy in anything. He literally just spent an hour looking up corny jokes on the internet, trying to find one to make me smile because he knew I wasn't doing too hot. The minute he senses that I feel bad he's there with a hug and a shoulder for me to wipe my nose on and his concern is genuine in a way that epitomizes his love for me I think.
If I want something, all I have to do is ask. He may say no, but he will always consider it before he does. He's the logical one, and I can always count on him to be my counterbalance. I know too that it will never be neglect of my desires that causes the negative decision. Conceding that Star Trek is sometimes better than Star Wars - that little acquiescence is the mark of a man that really cares.
His love reminds me of a greater one, and it encourages me to do better on my part. His devotion is such a wonderful gift, and it makes me so thankful, that I want to do my best for him too.
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