And there you sit with your hand on my thigh. The most loving gesture I can think of that isn’t your lips on my neck or stomach. Something I crave often from you, physical touch. The touch of intimacy, gentleness and passion all wrapped up into the way your skin touches mine.

And there you sit with your eyes gleaming at me. The most loving look I can think of while you tell me about your day and everything in between. Something I crave often from you, quality time. The time of hours feeling like minutes, a sense of home and belonging all wrapped up into the countless hours you choose to spend with me.

And there you sit spilling out all the ways that you love me. The most loving words I’ve ever heard that aren’t from my favorite poems or books. Something I crave often from you, words of affirmation. The words of encouragement, reassurance and presences all wrapped up into the way you speak to me.

Three small acts of love that paint the board around the way you love me.