Someone tweeted that they were listening to One Direction, and for a stupid moment I thought, "In 2026?" But when I went to look them up, I rediscovered about fifteen songs I liked. WHAT HAVE I BEEN DOING?
"My love"? Yes, tell me, mark it on my skin or spit it in my mouth, but make it clear that I belong to you. Make me feel loved, valued, and completely yours.
I know you can have a relationship within a week of meeting, but I'm not willing to skip the silly conversations until 3 am, the moments of sexual tension, and the subtle flirting to see who falls first. To fall in love.
I don't want to be everything without having felt anything.
I know every relationship is different, but I'd be the weakest woman if someone called him by one of my favorite nicknames. I'm not going to lie. I'd ask him to gouge my eyes out.
Perhaps I'm too old-fashioned, but when I'm in love, "my love" feels so intimate that I reserve it exclusively for my partner. I want it to be a nickname just for them, something that belongs to them.