"What are you doing?" He was listening to a CD of romantic songs. He was currently listening to his favorite song off the CD. He played the song for me, "Purest of Pain" by Son By Four.

He was listening to the CD I made for him.

Things are still great. I can't believe it. Last night it was sort of weird, but only because I made it so. A friend of mine had asked about his past and whether or not I knew anything about it.

The ex files. Honestly I didn't want to know, I didn't care. Against my judgement I asked him about it. He wasn't angry at me, he was just annoyed that someone else was asking about his personal life.

He said that it shouldn't matter who he was with before me, it shouldn't matter who he loved before me (or how many people). He was with me now, he loves me now, that's all that matters.

And I felt stupid. Stupid because he is right. Right because it doesn't matter. I don't care about who he was with, or how many people he has given his heart to. I felt stupid because I asked even though I didn't care -- and that someone else was more interested to know. "In a relationship there is only two people," he said to me, "not three."

It still amazes me that there is someone who wants to be with me as much as I want to be with him.