I'm feel silly.
In a good way.
Silly in love.
Not the immature kind.
But the we-really-work-hard-at-it kind.
It's times like this that I feel 100% assured that we'd be together no matter what.
I catch myself looking at him for the longest time smiling silly to myself.
I even find it mesmerizing that his eyes could dart about so quickly while he attempts to ogle at as many women as possible.
I don't find it irritating/ offending/ non-reassuring anymore.
Marriage is really all about focussing on the good while giving the bad a break.
Really.
I'm won over.
Bribed. Jumped ship.
Never gonna step into the dark side.
Ever.