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Friends,
I’ve been posting here a long time. Over the years, I’ve exposed my body, my insecurities, my failures, my sadness.
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And it makes me wonder... What makes you feel loved?
Nothing
I love that you’re sticking around, and quoting Anaïs Nin.
Simple, thoughtful gestures, knowing what will make me laugh, a touch, a kiss and a look those are some of the things that make feel loved.
Nothing? I find that hard to believe.
I suggest you read to Rainy and report back.
I wasn't sure if you'd posted on the right site - I'm still not.
Love is one thing in short supply on the GB unless you're into the BDSM stuff.
I love that you’re sticking around, and quoting Anaïs Nin.
Simple, thoughtful gestures, knowing what will make me laugh, a touch, a kiss and a look those are some of the things that make feel loved.
Good one. Especially since I wouldn’t have come up with it on my own.
I’m such a greedy goat. Past partners have complained.
I find this so hard to do. Probably because I’ve mostly been single.
Being there for me.
Listening to me - and more, hearing me. Not interrupting. Absorbing what I've said without turning it into something about you.
supporting me, encouraging me. Not discouraging me.
Staying around. Not leaving.
Sharing yourself with me.
Yes, the small things.
I go out to my car and find that, without saying a word, he had brushed off the snow.
When we stand in line at the check out or to buy movie tickets, he hooks one finger into the back belt loop of my jeans and gently, almost imperceptibly, tugs.
An odd thing I noticed that touches me. When we eat together, he never takes his first bite until I have taken mine.
What makes me feel loved...
Knowing someone cares enough to
Discipline me.
Plus, its goddamn motherfucking hot.
What makes me feel loved...
Knowing someone cares enough to
Discipline me.
Plus, its goddamn motherfucking hot.
I don’t know. I’ve always been pretty lucky around here. Maybe because people know a wounded animal when they see one or maybe because I’m already hard enough on myself and that takes the sport out of it.
I like to think I have a guardian angel here who somehow manages to keep me relatively safe. I’m prone to that particular brand of magical thinking.
The way he looks at me when I’m telling a story. Like it’s the most fascinating thing he's ever heard.
When he grabs my hand while we’re walking or hiking.
When he opens doors for me and puts his hand on my back as I walk in first.
What makes you feel loved?
Totally get that. Being understood is a great feeling. One of my best friends told me this morning that we should talk more often because I get him and he can be himself with me. I’m so glad he feels that way.
Trusting people to be there for you when the chips are down is harder than it looks sometimes. Especially when the chips are really, really down. Humans tend to want people to think everything is alright, even when it’s not.
One thing’s for sure, surviving this life alone is way harder than surviving it with people.