(but then, he thinks the same the other way around...)
and regularly i doubt 'us',
mainly because i doubt myself zo badly...
And it turns out that i was terribly wrong,
and 'proof' comes along showing how wrong i had been, yet again...
In the strangest forms, usually.
Like last night, when he came home with a little present,
knowing just how delighted i would be...
the sweety...
