Because when he fucks up, when he realizes he did something that actually upset me, he apologises, he makes it better, he does exactly what I ask and exactly what I need to be able to forgive him. Because this matters enough to him that when he makes a mistake, it upsets him. Because he doesn't try to just shrug it off, or ignore it, or pretend it doesn't matter.

Because when all is said and done, he shows me unmistakably that he is still mine, still trustworthy, still there.

*wry grin* So far, there's only four people who I've ever really been able to say that about. I'm married to one of them, don't speak often to another, the third is... distant, and the fourth?

The fourth is a puppy, and makes me quite proud.