Words Laced with Experience

You Don't Have to Say "I love you" to Say I Love You

He loves me. He doesn't say it often, but I know he loves me.

"How do you know then?" is a question you may be asking.

Every morning, he asks if I've taken my medicine. That's how I know.

If I don't text him for a while (which is unusual for me), he'll text me and ask if everything is okay. That's how I know.

When I'm feeling sad or sick, he'll rub my back and play with my hair. That's how I know.

He'll kiss me in the middle of me saying something, then apologize and look away and blush. That's how I know.

When he tells a dumb joke and I laugh, he tells me "your laugh is my favorite sound." That's how I know.

When my anxiety starts to act up, he hugs me for a long time and kisses my nose or forehead. That's how I know.

At random moments, he'll hold my hand and say "I just needed to touch you". That's how I know.

During the times we're apart because it was time for one of us to fly back home, I get texts saying "I really miss you. I can't wait to see you." or "Can I call you? I really need to hear your voice." That's how I know.