Every time the fears come back he chases them away; with laughter, with love, with words and most especially with his actions. I've written it before, but I'm going to write it again... and most likely again and again. He listens to me. He actually listens to me. Then he tries his best to give me what I ask for. And even if I haven't asked for it, he recognizes what I need and he manages to give it to me too.
He's... He's the best thing... He wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't looking for anyone. At least I wasn't looking for anyone to love. He calms me, excites me, and satisfies me in so many ways. I want him. I love him. I don't want him to go away. I don't want to go away. I'm trying my damnedest to be honest and open and not expect him to read my mind. Yes, he can do it anyway, but it's better for both of us if I can tell him things.
I know I just wrote it. I know I told him numerous times, but each time I say it...
I love him.
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