So for some context, since last year my hands have started the habit of getting quite cracked and dry and in my eyes quite gross- alligator-like, really-and sometime around when this started happening, my now-fiancé and had just gotten together/really connected once more. [We've been friends for 5, 6 years.] Regardless of that the other night my fiancé, me, and our sleeping partner laid in bed. The two of us awake, we got on the topic of my hands, as I complained and mumbled that I hated them in this state and didn't like them when they got this way-that they were unappealing, and gross-and thats when it gently took my hands in theirs and said, "But darling, these are the hands I fell in love with." AND OF COURSE I FUCKING MELTED AND SOBBED AND CRIED OH MY KJHSKJHGJSDAHGBHJDSBJHBFHJS