Broken in like housewives.

she told me that she loves me. just last night. it didnt set my
heart "all a'twitter", as i'd hoped it would. words like that ought to,
i suppose.
she told me everything. i know her inside and out. her favorite color
is green, her favorite room is This one, her favorite book is That one.
and now that i know it all, i am to Give It All. function must follow
understanding, it seems. but i dont understand anything. i just Know
things. its not the same. but i try.
i know all the messes she makes. it is my duty to clean them up, to
remind her to take care of herself, to kiss her on the way to work, to
make her lunch, etc, as it were. it is my duty to extinguish any desire
she has to fulfill her own. Whee.