I know he loves me because:
he drove all the way from St. Mary's College of Maryland just to take me out on our first date.
He continues to drive the hour to see me, even if it's just for an hour or so.
When we wake up in the morning he makes us cortados, even sharing his "good stuff" with me.
He likes to wake me up with kisses, holding me in his arms.
He isn't afraid to show me off to his friends, even ones I've never met.
When we are ready to go somewhere or even if he's picking me up, he always remembers to bring me water.
He does loving things for the sake of doing them, not as collateral for later moments.
I've seen him cry in front of me.
I see a side of him no one else gets to.
I catch him looking at me with those eyes that bring a blush to my cheeks.
He talks about me to his grandma.
He listens to me when I complain, even if there's a clear solution and I'm complaining just to complain.
He'll stop in the middle of his work day and call me just to tell me that he loves me.
He looks at pictures of us when he's lonely.
He goes out of his way to make sure I laugh.
He's introduced me to people who are important to him.
I know about important things happening in his life.
Even now he still wants to open my door for me.
I feel beautiful when he looks at me
He wants to take care of me
He dreams with me.
He always wants to talk things out.
I am never scared around him.
He goes out of his way to diffuse my doubts.
His patience with me never runs out.
There's always respect for my boundaries
He always puts in effort for me.
He always sacrifices for me.
He loves the 'ugly' side effects of having a human body genuinely and unprompted.
He'll go out and buy my favorite ice cream and treats for us to have
He knew how to best love me even though our love languages are different
If I have had a bad day and he can't be near me to provide comfort, he orders food to be sent to my doorstep.
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Telling You 'I love you' Just Doesn't Do it Anymore
RomanceA collection of things I've written about my partner that I'm scared to show him. I write, a lot. It's the only way I'm able to really and truly string my thoughts together in a way that makes sense and at the same time puts words to my feelings...
