^^ I used to ask "why" to everything. Why does he love me? Why does anything happen for any reason? Why is this hard? Why is this easy? Why is the sky blue?
Why, why, why! The first time he said, "I love you," I followed up with, "I love you, too... Now why do you love me?"
Doubt, doubt, doubt. And I know even that when when our relationship HERE ends through whatever means, because at the very least, I will likely outlive him, that he's given me the ability to accept things exactly as they are, and rather than question it to death, look at what I can do to change that, and I can pinpoint that on a MAP. How can I not hold some special place in my heart for the setting of that?