1/23/14
You almost did it last night. Almost told me you loved me. You couldn't quite say it though. You looked at me and seemed to look right through me. You opened your mouth (that beautiful mouth) and then...you looked away and sighed with that little gorgeous smile on your face. I thought to myself in that moment "Am I not good enough? Or are you scared? Can't you see I've always loved you? Say it!" You looked back at me and kissed my nose, lifted my chin (which had fallen downwards) and kissed me softly over and over again. After every kiss you pulled back and looked at me with that look. I felt admired and complete. I then realized that it's the actions that prove love, not the words.
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