Of course I know.
How much you love me.
One time while we were talking you said that you didn't think you gave
me that many affirmations. I explained that it comes out in all sorts of
little ways that may not always be direct words. Maybe it's in the way
that you listen to my shares, or in your mannerisms, or even just the
tone of your voice as we talked.
But there were other examples I didn't bring up in the moment.
It's in the way that you light up when I run in the room to do a little
dance. The acceptance that I feel, healing the parts of me that are
afraid that acting that way isn't masculine enough to be loved.
It's in the way that you take a step back in our conflicts. In how you
try to ask questions to see where I'm coming. In the effort you put in
to engage despite your strongest feelings to run away.
It's in this memory I have. When you said that I try to take
responsibility for finding solutions in conflicts, the same way I've
played peacemaker in my parents' relationship. You said that I always
try to be the voice of optimism in my own relationships. You said that
this time you want to be able to support me back. The depth of
understanding it takes for you to say these things, and the depth of
love needed to choose to support me while we were having difficult
conversation. I was so grateful to be loved by somebody so special, that
they are able to love so deeply.
So of course I know that you love me. You really are special. Because
you are capable of such deep love, that I am certain that you love me
more than any partner has ever loved me, and I am sure that I love you
more than I've ever loved anybody.