If I had to guess, The Neighbor’s “love language” might be acts of service. It’s not mine — mine is somewhere between words of love and getting loads of gifts — so it’s been a real exercise over the past couple of years to sort out how he feels about me. He’d say all these stupid, mean things, but then vacuum my apartment or take out my trash, he’d keep my stash of Topo Chico full. Eventually, I heard from his own lips what I’d suspected from the very beginning based on his actions: he loved me.
The relief I felt over finally being allowed to trust my gut was immense; I no longer had to pit his words against his actions. They finally matched up!
The last couple of weeks have been tumultuous for me. I’ve fought my demons and it feels as though I’m winning. I trust him suddenly and completely. The time we spend together is fun and light and his attentiveness is off the charts. Sometimes I’m even overwhelmed by it. I remind myself to breathe and relax and let his love swirl around me and think, “This is how it’s supposed to feel.” I’m so used to rejection from those I love his acceptance and presence feels like a stranger has come to dinner.
Good thing I’m a decent conversationalist.
[Ed. note: TN Tuesdays is a semi weekly meme which will share more of The Neighbor with my Internet Boyfriend. All photos will have his approval before I post them. He is eager to see what you guys think and has requested that I share any comments.]