darth came home kinda late from an officemate's party. he was swaying a little, sweating, reeking slightly of beer. he was tipsy, or maybe downright drunk, to say the following to me:

i told maya today that he should make a choice. he would not want to be in the same position i found myself in before. i told him i chose you because you fought for me. you knew what you wanted and you stayed with me. i appreciate that very much.

he went further on to say:

yes. some days i think about what if i ended up with her. then we wouldn't be together. i think about other women in the office. special, better women. and what if? then you and i wouldn't be together. everyone is susceptible (yes, in his tipsy or drunken state he was able to use this word. amazing! =D ) to it, i guess. but we are together. we are happy. you are my wife. my little miss. we only have one life. and i only have one wife.

he then turned to look me in the eyes and said, " i love you. "

then... he fell asleep.