In life, my measure of a man, is how he treats the people who work for him.
In love, my measure of a man, is how he treats me, in the bad times not the good.
Last night, I was feeling particularly lousy and emotional, and my forever boyfriend says to me: “what can I do for you? Shall I build you your nest? ” and then proceeded to build me a blanket fort to hide in, for just as long as I needed.