I find myself saying “I love you” a lot. I do it at the expected times: When we’re bonding, particularly when we’re being romantic. According to you, I say it in my sleep, even. “Love you, love you,” I mutter when I’m nudged but don’t quite wake from the jolt.
I say it so much that we’ve joked that if I were a Pokemon, » Read more
When I talk about someone being “a hopeless romantic,” most people are likely to assume I’m talking about a woman. Because we’re fiends for romance, don’t you know? Sensitive creatures obsessed with feelings and affection and all the trappings of a loving partnered life.
Straight men, on the other hand, » Read more
I can remember being a little girl and dreaming about what it would be like to have romantic relationships.
I was that kind of little girl. I longed to have someone with me at all times, who was deeply interested in me, what I had to say, what was going on in my life and in my heart (and I, » Read more
It doesn’t matter whether she talks to him for ten seconds or two hours. My mother always says, “I love you,” before she says goodbye to my father any time they talk on the phone.
And she did it every morning before he left to drive to work. She said, “I love you,” » Read more
I can clearly remember the first time I realized I might be in trouble when it came to my partner Justin.
We’d been talking back and forth in a group chat where we had mutual friends. I’d just lost over 100 lbs, and he was actively trying to lose weight. We both recounted our difficulties with the process. » Read more
“I should never have used that word,” I said. “The L word. I thought nothing of it, but they totally got the wrong idea.”
“Oh, but it’s YOU!” she said.
“I know,” I agreed.
“Anyone who knows you, well… they know you say that to everybody. There’s a different way that you act when you’re in love with someone. » Read more