I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms, kissing her passionately. "I missed you!" I said. "I thought..." I chuckled. "Never mind. i'm glad your back."
Johnathon:
I laughed and drove us home. I jumped out of the car and yanked Liz's door open, blushing.
Everything has to be taken on trust; truth is only that which is taken to be true. It's the currency of living. There may be nothing behind it, but it doesn't make any difference so long as it is honoured. One acts on assumptions. What do you assume? — Player (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard)