It was a novel idea, that love thing. Pretty, all wrapped up in ribbons and candy hearts with saccharine messages stamped on them and roses on Valentine’s… those things proved it, he said. Of course I love you. I gave you Belgian chocolates at Christmas. And took you to see that crooner you like on your birthday.
I believed it. Believed those things made up the romantic notion. That was before you, though. You never sent me flowers, or chocolates, or took me out to dinner. Instead, you made me feel wanted, craved. Gave me a reason to get up in the morning. The most intense feelings came when you taught me about things, things that interested you, things that helped me. You brought out my best.
Novelty wasn’t what I needed. I needed something abiding. I needed more than that love thing, and that is what you gave me.
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