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being loved by xu minghao means having someone that will always look out for you in his own, quiet way. hao is not the biggest romantic known to mankind, nor is he the biggest on physical affection, which is why a lot perceive him as unkind, uncaring, cold, and they could not be more wrong. minghao falls in love slowly, cautiously, but when he falls - he falls. his actions, albeit quiet, and almost unnoticeable are his declarations of love, of care, of the neverending urge to make you happy. he'd rather slip on his jacket over your shoulders without anyone noticing than making a whole deal out of it.
being loved by xu minghao means having someone who will always tell you the truth. to some, it may seem a bit harsh to have a significant other that'll be so honest with you, as the truth usually is not as promising as we would like. we all know this - truth can hurt. but hao, he would never lie to you. as ugly as the truth may be, he'd rather be honest with you, and face the obstacle with you, than give you false hope. the important thing, though - he'd never leave you alone, that would make him cruel. he stays by your side, and holds your hand as you go through whatever you're struggling with together.
being loved by xu minghao means having someone that will make every touch meaningful. as mentioned before, physical touch is not one of the main love languages of minghao's, and that's partially why his every touch is so meaningful - every time his hand brushes against yours, every time he runs his thumb over your cheeks, every time he pulls you closer to protect you from the wind - his touch is never unintentional, there's a reason for his touch, always a story that comes with it. because he doesn't kiss you every five minutes, every touch of your lips is therefore so much more special. because you don't hold hands 24/7, whenever he grabs your hand when you're out you feel extra safe.
being loved by xu minghao feels like the smell of freshly poured tea, like the sound of leaves rustling in the wind, like a gentle smile, and even gentler eyes, like a love poem forgotten at the bottom of the drawer, like security and trust.
"you don't love because, you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults" - william faulkner, "mississippi"
