I don't know how many times I can tell you that I need you to romance me. To sweep me off my feet. I need to you to show me what I mean to you. I need you to step outside your comfort zone. My happiness needs to be important to you.
I feel very conflicted.
I've learned a lot, going through therapy. I know that part of this is my problem. I should not be insecure. My world should not revolve around you. My happiness is not your responsibility. I should not be jealous, and I should not need you to survive. I deserve to be happy, and I deserve to have someone who will meet my needs.
At the same time, that doesn't mean you're off the hook. I need passion. I need time. I need physical touch. I need to know that I'm important to you. I want to know what I mean to you. I want to know why you love me. You never tell me why.
Nevermind. Instead of feeling angsty and doubtful, I just asked him for reassurance about why he loves me. I wish he would tell me without asking, but it makes me feel better anyhow.
i love you because you're beautiful, and you're a nerd, and we have things we love to do together, you're honest and sincere, and you like cats