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?”
N: “Duh”
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.
