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slaveluci -> RE: I love you (7/2/2010 5:41:00 PM)
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ORIGINAL: NuevaVida
I tell him and I show him. I tell him all the time. When we wake up, when we hang up the phone, when we email, when we say good night, when we're dancing in the kitchen, when we're playing in the bedroom...well, you get the idea.
The other night I looked up at him and told him I love him. He said "Are you sure?" I twisted my lips a little and rubbed my chin in thought, and said "Ummm....I think so."
And he loves me too. He loves me the way I need to be loved, which is just the coolest thing on earth. He tells me, and he shows me, simply by the way he treats me.
Life is good. [:)]
THIS! You wrote my post before I could[;)] We both feel it. We both say it. We both show it. Contrary to what someone posted earlier, we never get tired of hearing it or feel it's being said too much and thus without sincerity. Real love can bear being talked of ceaselessly, at least in our little world[:)]
luci
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