He looked over at her and sighed.
Must she do that? he thought to himself, shaking his head slightly in disapproval. Maybe, he thought, she isn’t quite the right person for me.
He stood up from his chair and walked over to her, all this time keeping his eyes firmly glued on her. He then reached for her hand and, bringing it up to his mouth, lightly kissed it and smiled.
He knew there wasn’t another girl in the world whom he would rather spend his life with.
Sure, at times some of her behaviours would bug him — sometimes it was the littlest things. And it was during these times he would have second thoughts about her.
But he realised that no matter how imperfect she was, she was the person he wanted to be with. And the reasons why the smallest things bugged him was due to their being magnified by the prospect of eternity — he knew he was going to be with her for the rest of his life.
He could very much better tolerate what he felt were irritating behaviours from people he wasn’t so close to: he knew he wouldn’t have to tolerate them if he didn’t want to; but when it came to her, he felt otherwise — that no matter what happened, no matter what she did, he would stick by her and support her, and love her.
Donn, fragments 
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