She smiles when he says she makes him happy, too, just a little curve of her mouth where she's still leaning against him. It hasn't happened yet, but sometimes she thinks she might worry about that, somewhere in the future she might start to wonder if she can really do that for him, if she can really make him happy when the things she wants are so normal compared to what they have. Sometimes she wonders if he'll want those things, too, if he'll want them with her, but she's never really let any of those thoughts settle. Not now, not yet. Certainly not today.

"Maybe it is," she says. "Oversimplifying. But.. but I don't know, maybe it isn't. Maybe it really is just the most important part to remember."

She doesn't know, she's never done this either. Dating others, it's been different, and she hates to admit it, but she'd never really imagined any of those relationships lasting. Not really. She sort of expected them all to peter out eventually, but not this.