Late Night Forehead Kisses
One of the things I love most about Honeybun is the way he shows me that he loves me, even when he doesn't mean for me to notice.
It's in the way I catch him looking at me when he thinks I won't see, the way he asks his mother for woman-advice to make me feel better about woman-troubles he doesn't understand (she's let me know before that he's come to her for help), the way his friends and family say he can't stop bragging about me even though we've been together 2 & 1/2 years, and the way he will stir awake in the middle of the night, roll over, and kiss me on the forehead when he doesn't realize I've woken up too.
He's never brought me flowers, doesn't comment on my appearance (good or bad), and isn't much of a romantic. But I'm realizing I don't need any of that. He shows his love in more meaningful ways.
Maybe it's that Valentine's Day is so close, but I just feel so (sickeningly) sappy. It helps that my hormones have finally adjusted to my new brand of medication and have calmed down. I'm beginning to feel stabilized again.