To be loved is an amazing feeling. It’s more than just the words. The way he looks at me and says my name so tenderly. How he squeezes my shoulder when he puts his arm around me. How he places his hand in the small of my back. When he tells me he loves me and I feel it rather than hear it. How I smile when I hear his name or think of him. The butterflies I still feel. How I light up when his name comes across my phone in a text or a call. How he makes me feel safe and secure. Protected. Appreciated. Supported. Respected. He listens to me rather than hears me. He’s tender with me. That’s my love.