I know that a man truly loves me and can handle me, when he just holds my face and sweetly, but firmly, tells me to snap the fuck out of it, when I freak out. It's the strangest, most calming thing. It's the equivalent of putting an alligator in a trance, by putting it on its back, and rubbing its belly. He's looking into my eyes, and completely acknowledging my freak-out, but not absorbing it. It is very 'yin' fulfilling, and it really does snap me right out of it to know that he's a rock and is allowing me to have my weak moment, but still loves me. And I know that I'll be his rock at his weak moment, whenever it may come. When he needs me to be strong, I'll be there.