"The Fiddler on the Roof" Moment

Frequently I find myself asking Dr. Who, "Do you love me?" I am answered one of two ways. The first being, "Of course I love you." The second, "You ask that question a lot." The Doctor will always tell me what I want to hear, he is good to me in that way. Recently I had surgery and am not able to do very much for myself and I have had to rely upon Dr. Who, who is not really a doctor, for many things. He has been my railing while trying to walk down the stairs, my water boy when I am thirsty in the middle of the night, my chef for every meal of the day, my comedian when I am bored, my shoulder when I am sorrowful, my optimism through the pain. In truth I do not have to ask if he loves me, every day he shows that he does.

From Fiddler on the Roof

"Do You Love Me?"

(Tevye)

Do you love me?

(Golde)

Do I what?
(Tevye)
Do you love me?
(Golde)
Do I love you?
With our daughters getting married
And this trouble in the town
You're upset, you're worn out
Go inside, go lie down!
Maybe it's indigestion
(Tevye)
"Golde I'm asking you a question..."
Do you love me?
(Golde)
You're a fool
(Tevye)
"I know..."
But do you love me?
(Golde)
Do I love you?
For twenty-five years I've washed your clothes
Cooked your meals, cleaned your house
Given you children, milked the cow
After twenty-five years, why talk about love right now?
(Tevye)
Golde, The first time I met you
Was on our wedding day
I was scared
(Golde)
I was shy
(Tevye)
I was nervous
(Golde)
So was I
(Tevye)
But my father and my mother
Said we'd learn to love each other
And now I'm asking, Golde
Do you love me?
(Golde)
I'm your wife
(Tevye)
"I know..."
But do you love me?
(Golde)
Do I love him?
For twenty-five years I've lived with him
Fought him, starved with him
Twenty-five years my bed is his
If that's not love, what is?
(Tevye)
Then you love me?
(Golde)
I suppose I do
(Tevye)
And I suppose I love you too
(Both)
It doesn't change a thing
But even so
After twenty-five years
It's nice to know