Before N and I get off the phone every night we say “I love you” mechanically, but sincerely. A lot of times, I want a qualifier. That’s just how I am. I want to know how much he loves me. Why he loves me. If he’ll love me more or less under certain terms. I like the details, you see.
Tonight, the conversation went like this:
KG: “You love me?”
KG: “How much do you love me?”
N: “A lot. More and more every day. It’s like a disease!”
That is one of the most romantic things I've ever heard from any man. I’m in love with him even more.