My Unheard Thoughts
By telling me that I make her feel loved. Not necessarily the ways, but simply just that I do. When she makes me feel like I'm needed, and that she needs me. When she talks to me about stuff that she hasn't told anyone else. When she reassures me that I'm enough. Her words make me feel loved.
But also when she looks at me, when she hugs me, when she kisses me, when she fucks me. When she sits on my lap, and looks me straight into my eyes. When she grabs my hand and squeezes it three times. When she stands behind me to hug me or in front of me because she wants attention.
When she holds me and calms me. When she grabs my head and talks to me. When she smiles at me like the first time.
When she held me and she basically told me that she'd outright fold me if I didn't get on one knee one day and ask,
"Will you marry me?"
When I know she is with me.
And she is with me all the time.
Because she is mine for all of time.
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