When I ask you”Do you love me?”
pester you with my
insecurities that overflow.
When a woman asks you whether you love her, the answer is what she wants. Not a “why do you always asks these questions” or “don’t I do enough to prove that I do”s, what she wants to hear is “yes”.
Despite her insecurities she managed to squeeze out a question that might squeeze the life out of her: what if you say no?
Is it a test? Perhaps, a test of courage, to see if you dare to tread into the deeper waters and admit that you do; or see how well you can lie through your words when your body says other wise.
Is it a form of security? Perhaps, it is the reassurance, the attitude which you say “yes” or how you value her feelings before putting her down (doesn’t she do that enough herself?) and, when you think what you do is enough, why not just do one more thing: say “yes”?
Actions speak louder than words, but that does not render words powerless. Speech may be petty in comparison to doing chores, or taking care of her when mother nature punches her once every month, but wouldn’t it be nice too to have someone say “I love you?”