• I Love The Way You Love Me

    by  • July 11, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Love - Pure and Simple • 0 Comments

    Hey you,

    This is just something I wanted to put out there even though I probably will tell you about it eventually – I just can’t at this very second, and I really want to talk about it somehow.

    You are wonderful. You are adorable in the original meaning of the word, able to be adored – and I do adore you. I love you. So many little things about you I love, the things that make you perfect and the things that make you imperfect, and it keeps on getting stronger. The one thing I especially wanted to talk about now is how protective you are of me – it makes me feel so loved and cared for, and no other guy has ever done that for me. I work very hard to appear as a strong, capable woman who can stand on her own two feet and take care of herself, and most guys see that, believe it, and make that the cue for their behavior. You see that, know that it’s true most of the time, and treat me like I’m delicate anyway just because you care – insisting that you walk closest to the road when there’s no sidewalk because you don’t want me to get hit by a car, hugging me close when friends jokingly threaten me, wrapping me in your sweatshirt when I’m shivering even though I tell you I’m fine, and even just texting me when I’m home alone at night to distract me from the empty house – I could go on and on with the little things you do that let me feel, for once, like I don’t have to always be strong. You never make me feel like I’m not strong, don’t get that impression – in fact, you obviously respect me for what I can do all by myself – but you also know that even strong people need someone there for when being strong gets to be too much, and you want to be sure you’re the one who’ll be there. And I hope to tell you eventually just how much that means to me. I love you.

    Love, Slashy

    PS – Also, just a hint to other guys out there: girls like being treated like we’re delicate. We’ll protest, we’ll laugh, we’ll tell you that you don’t have to do this or that – but secretly, we want you to insist and do little chivalrous things anyway, like walk us home after dark or go out of your way to come see us because we’re hurt or sad. As long as you understand that we aren’t helpless, we’re happy when you do little things that show you care about our welfare, because who doesn’t like being taken care of now and then?

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