Just lying here

We lay here in bed, holding eachother. He looks down at me, as if to ask something. Then he whispers, "We'll always be together, no matter what, Right?". I answer, "Right." and then he smiles and kisses me. He's so incredibly amazing. Almost inhuman. Some sort of robot made to be the perfect man. I've never really felt this way before about anyone. It's a little scary, I like it. For once in my life I feel completely and unconditionally LOVED. Do I tell him this? Or do I wait for him to give a sign that he feels the same way?
Too late. He knows. I can see it in his eyes as he looks at me. Those eyes. Oh, those eyes! It's like they look straight into your soul. How does he do it? How is he so perfect? No one is that perfect. There must be something I don't know. Something he's hiding from me. But what? We're always together. I know all there is to know...or do I?