being loved
Until I met my partner, I never would have thought a woman so smart and so beautiful could love me so deeply. I feel so deeply safe and loved by her. She holds me to her chest and plays with my hair when I am down. She touches me with kindness and love. Sometimes we shower together and she shampoos my hair and I laugh at first because I am embarrassed to express vulnerability without humor but as she continues to show such deep love I relax and let her love into my heart, and she kisses my neck and I cry a little because I don’t really know why but I am happy and when she says she loves me I believe her.
I thoroughly believe men should be loved the way women are expected to be loved. Shampoo his hair for him in the shower and rinse it out for him. Pull him to your chest and play with his hair when he’s feeling sad or sleepy. Take him out to dinner and pay for his meal. Bring him little surprise gifts. Kiss his forehead and temple when you see him. Let him be the little spoon and hold onto him like he’s everything to you. Be obsessed with him, treat him with all the love you expect to be treated with.
She is so powerful and wise and fucking hot- if it weren’t for the ease with which she expresses her love I think I would probably always think she was out of my league but she sees in me the goodness that maybe before I could not see in myself.
I woke up this morning and looked at her sleeping face, framed by her soft hair and illuminated by the early morning light, and was filled with immense gratitude.
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