"You frustrate me," she said, "and amaze me, and annoy me, and cheer me up... You make me angry and you make me proud, you irritate me, make me worry, and make me laugh, and yes, you make me happy, more than anything else. You make me feel more than anyone else I've ever known, Jack."

And that was probably a serious case of too much information; it was certainly more than she'd meant to say, but it was all true.