Let Me Count the Ways

Did I ever tell you about the time that Nate turned to me and said, "You know, there will come a time when you'll hope to die in my arms."

Initially, my first instinct always being to argue, I countered that I'd rather die peacefully on the couch.

Now that I replay that conversation, I realize that

a.) We are the creepiest couple ever

and

b.) following that exchange, I rolled over and fell blissfully asleep next to the man who, if I died an untimely death, would (statistically), be the one most likely responsible and who had just insisted that I will one day hope-hope-to be cuddled by him when I draw my last breath.

Now that, that, my friends is some serious effing trust.

Up yours, "Love Is..."