And please bless me with the resources required to become that woman, and when I finally become that woman, do not let me lose myself or fumble the blessings that came with her.
disturb me.
update me.
get upset when i do dumb things.
show your jealous side.
yap nonstop.
spam me with photos and texts.
tell me how your day went.
show me your fit.
call/facetime me anytime.
i love the little things.
i hate how physical touch as a love language gets reduced to sex and kissing when it's more like... handholding, laying your head on their shoulder, putting your legs over their lap, tracing their palm, tucking your feet under their thighs. just touching for touching's sake.