You know that someone truly loves you when you humiliate yourself in their midst, yet they pretend nothing ever happened. Then, later when they've realized you've been dodging their attention (you know, like hiding in the corner as you blush) they tell you they love you. They ask you if there's anything you want to talk about, and they don't accept your coy attempts to avert answering. Once you speak up, they abate your agony with a warm embrace. Innocence restored.
I am thankful.
