What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person.

You don't mean to be obnoxious.
But you worry about people liking you. So you feel like you should be over compensating for the lack of confidence in your stories and gestures.
It's an easy thing to fall into.
But you find that it comes in waves. Sometimes you don't feel as pretty. And not in any literal sense. You worry more about being steadfast and warm.

Although you've mastered the art of introversion, you note his love for you in every way.

It's the honesty in it, really. 

You no longer have to think about the next move or play. It is effortless and accessible- it's bona fide, real stuff love. 

And he's got you all to himself.
You love him profoundly and endlessly, you love him with everything in you.

The two of you spent a rainy Sunday evening sipping white wine and listening to this charming trio.
Scenic Rout to Alaska put on a darling a show.