Sup3rnality

Sometimes I forget that in spite of all my insecurities, my imperfections, the flaws in my character, he drives me to where I need to be. He waits in the car for me to finish work late into the early morning. He tolerates my sometimes tasteless or dodgy cooking. He shields me from incoming traffic. He lets me choose where to eat, eventhough most times I just don't know. He makes up names for me no one else gets but we two. His tone of anger and worry when I don't pick up the phone after several rings. He lets me have my way, even when it's not the best way.

Sometimes it's not the grand expressions.

Sometimes it's the little things.

That's how I know you love me.

And I love you, too.