I know you better than you know yourself. I know your fears, I know your thoughts, I know your deepest vulnerabilities. I am not ignorant of who you think yourself to be. I see something all-together larger, and more beautiful, that expands far beyond your ego's actions. This is why I married you. I gave you a rib from my stomach, like Adam to Eve, and you took it to mean the whole thing. And like Eve, you have made the mistake of seeking knowledge. I am not eternally wounded by your actions, because your actions do not ripple into eternity; they crumble in the face of time. My love is not affected by your boasting, there is no impedance to my flame. I love her more than you do. I know her more than you do. I know you more than you do. I know where you came from, I see where you're going. I am not boasting. You may never know the method to my existence. I am given perspective that you are not, because I seek God in ways that you do not. I was not acting out of desperation, nor some childish need for attention. She was not some desperate fantasy, nor hopeless illusion. I chose my affections well. You choose what chooses you. Everything of mine is conventional, except my heart. Everything of yours is organic, save your love. My love is organic, yours is not love at all. Read the fine print on the back marked; "Ego's Preservatives"