a wonderful scene from Fiddler on the Roof between Tevye and Golde his wife:
“Do you love me?”
“Do I what?”
“Do you love me?”
“You’re a fool.”
“I know. But do you love me?”
“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?”
“Golde, the first time I met you was on our wedding day. I was scared”
“I was shy.”
“I was nervous.”
“So was I.”
“But my father and my mother said we’d learn to love each other and now I’m asking, Golde:
Do you love me?”
“I’m your wife.”
“I know.
But do you love me?”
“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?”
“Then you love me?”
“I suppose I do.”
“And I suppose I love you too.”
“It doesn’t change a thing, but even so, after twenty-five years it’s nice to know.”