It’s hard to say what makes me feel loved.
It’s hard for me to say it succinctly that is, but I’ll try.
Holding hands – no matter who’s looking.
Stolen flowers* – and a card in the mail.
Little emoji hearts – little emoji hearts with stars.
Those two words – Thank you.
The other two words – I’ll help.
The children we had – and those we didn’t.
Sugar in my coffee – honey in my tea.
A glass of wine – and a piece of your chocolate.
That smirk on your face – it says it all.
A kiss on the cheek – and a hug from the heart.
Two little words – always at the bottom of handwritten notes:
Love Ya!
It’s all I need to shine, or glitter, or glow brightly.
In response to the Sandbox Writing Challenge – What Makes You Feel Loved
* On our first Valentines day,
Dean raided his neighbourhood,
gathering enough flowers to make a (small) bouquet,
and left them at my front door.
Also in response to the WordPress Daily Prompt – Radiant
CLARE'S COSMOS 
#relationshipgoals ❤
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What a wonderful picture of the two of you! And I echo everything you said. Especially the “I’ll help” one. I don’t get enough of that around here, even considering the difficulties with the MG. (Oh no! On the edge of a bitch fest here. Better quit while I’m ahead! 😦 )
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I should have added, “Let me do that!” That’s the main theme lately – but only one week to go in plaster now and it will be “Can’t you do it?” (I am joking)
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Lovely!
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😊
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