Why?

Last night or this morning or however you want to look at it, I woke up in my bed with a start and I walked out to my living room and shoved Michael, who was sleeping on my couch, in the shoulder and he woke with a start and kissed my belly and came to bed with me.
This morning I said, "So now what?" and he said that we should just keep on.
At one point, as seems to be inevitable with us, I started laughing. I just couldn't help it. And he started laughing too. And before he left in the early afternoon he gave me what must have been the third or fourth hug of the day and this is what he said after I told him that I loved him.
He said that when I think I about how much I love him I should act in accordance of that love. And he said that he loved me also, and that when we were together he thought always of what he could do to make me happy because he loves to make me happy.
That is all.
What else could there be?