Every. single. one. of. them. Thought I’d never leave. Every. single. one. of. them. Have regretted the day I left. Every. single. one. of. them. Took advantage of my kind love. Every. single. one. of. them. Treated me like I was replaceable. Every. single. one. of. them. Tried desperately to win me back. Every. single. […]
In awe of the way you speak my love language so fluently. But I’m patiently waiting on you to tap into that vulnerable space you seem to run from. I want you to trust enough to teach me your love language without fear of me doing anything but understanding, speaking & loving you fluently.
Your affection astonishingly and synonymously feels like you’re hearing and seeing me protecting and supporting me studying and teaching me feeding and savoring me unveiling and covering me feeling and loving me then drinking and watering me.
You do something to me… I do not know what it is but it’s suffocating in a great way! I can’t get enough of you and I don’t know what I did to deserve this season or this experience of you but I’m forever grateful. Thank you for really seeing me!
May my voice be your favorite sound. My sweet aroma your favorite scent. My soft skin your favorite touch. My very presence your favorite sight. My tender kisses your favorite taste and Wrapped in my arms your favorite place.
Where Words Whisper 