Yours

Ever since last night, I haven't been able to stop wondering…

How long have you know that I belong to you?

Starting things off by getting me to run an errand for you… working through her, brilliant. Do you know I was delighted to help? Do you know that you could send me all over town and my only question would be, what do you need next?

I think you should probably know that my love language is acts of service.

And then. And then, greeting me at your party by handing me a koozie – an empty koozie that, what, you had just been carrying around? And sending me to fetch you a drink.

Sending me, your neighbor, who you've only recently started spending more time with, to fetch you a drink from the cooler.

And you knew I'd be happy to do it. I was. I was happy, so happy, to do it.

Maybe you do already know my love language.

My one regret, in that moment, is there's something I've been wanting to say to you. Something that would tell you everything, that would make where I stand crystal clear for you, something that would be reasonably safe to say - not completely, but reasonably - even within earshot of one or two others. But which I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you would get. And this request from you, it was the perfect opportunity, so perfect I almost wonder if you've somehow reached into my mind and seen the plan. But I choked. I don't even remember what I actually said. Probably “Sure” or something similarly uninspired, lol. So I'm keeping that one in my back pocket. I'll manage to get it out one day, if you keep giving me opportunities.

Keep giving me opportunities.

Let me speak my love to you, the best way I know how.

Yours,
♒️