These are words that make you catch your breath. In a not-good way.
Especially if they're said with a big sigh. By someone you truly love. Who you hadn't seen in days.
So, here's the thing. And to start with, please bear in mind that Nick is a lot taller than me. Standing up, we are pretty much eye to, I don't know, nipple? Armpit? His, I mean.
Also, for those women reading this who are dating men in their twenties and early thirties, I have to tell you something I learned recently. And found shocking, if also mildly compelling. In an I need do something about this kind of way.
You see, for the longest time I dated men younger than me. Two, four, at one point seven years younger. So these men were, for the most part, early to mid-thirties at the oldest.
Here's what you will find, as you start dating older guys, or as you age along with your partner.
It is this: Men start getting hair in all these random places. Like their ears. Who knew they'd sprout hairs on their ears? Or that their eyebrows would get all wild and crazy?
Did you know this? I did not.
So there he was, my beloved, sitting at the kitchen table, holding his arms wide open. I walked over for a hug. And sat down on his lap, ruffled his soft brown hair, and kissed his cheek. All very kissy and lovey and happy.
I'd missed him, you know?
We were having a sweet little nuzzly moment, when he sighed, and said, "I think I love you more than you love me."
I pulled back.
"Why, sweetie? Why would you even say that?"
"Because here I am telling you how great you are and how much I love you, and you're all, 'Yeah sure sweetheart I do too and hold still I'll be right back I'm going to go get a tweezers.'"