*sniffle*

Something about twue wuv just chokes me up. From The Bleat today:

There was something insular about the Reagans’ marriage that kept us all at arm’s length. I think that people understood that Reagan madly loved his wife, but they didn’t quite know why. She was brittle and steely; whatever personal warmth she had didn’t come across on camera. She wasn’t a Hollywood knockout. But he was nuts about her, and he had his reasons. She repaid him with the long twilight vigil. She endured sadness you can only hope you never know, and in the end she wasn't hanging on the arm of a Marine like wet crepe. She looked as if she could have helped Jackson to his feet if he’d wilted in the heat.

I don't care who it is, I'm such a sucker for loyalty and devotion that I suck every bit of stuff like this up. *sigh* The guy who ends up getting me is going to be one lucky bastard, heh.

Oh, and do watch the movie at the bottom of the page... "Smoove the Worm". *RE-diculously* cute. :)