He gets me.
We've been married for almost 14 years, but there is still stuff in the deep down me that I am somehow afraid to show him. It comes out anyway because, um, I am not one who can easily hide what's inside for long. And that's when his very nature lives out the unconditional faithfulness. The vow he made on that day when I got all pretty and kissed him up in front of the church. Before we fed each other cake and kissed for 200 forks clinking water glasses.
And he remains unshaken when I finally disclose what he's known all along. I'm flawed. Imperfect. Yet, naked-souled, I show him the deep down. And he gets me.
Not just because he promised that he always would. But because he loves me. He.loves.me.