"I never thought it could be this good," Pete said as he washed the dishes in his blue rubber gloves while I fed him home-made french fries.
"What? Life, or frenchfries?" I queried.
"Marriage.... I mean, I know that technically, we are not married yet, but..."
"This is it. This is the way that it is. This is how we live together; it's been over a year" I said.
"It's been a very good year... And I love you very much," he replied.
The french fries were really good.
If I weren't so happy, we would make me ill.