On Being Sure

Its silly how at the bottom of every conversation in every relationship, we still want to know, do you like me? do you really like me?
Its even more ridiculous to realize when you stay up late talking, after being in a relationship for almost six months, that we still have that same question, only possibly more desperate.
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He Knows me now, inconsistencies and ideals and all. And he still wants me.
I Know him, too. I still can't imagine someone I'd rather be with.