Love me the way I love you
I love you. I want to show you that I love you. I do this by doing things I think you like. Sometimes I show my love by doing things I would like, because I want you to notice, and then do these things back to me. I love you the way I want to be loved.
I want you to know I love you, so I try and show my love in ways that seem obvious to me. But maybe it is not obvious to you. The way you show me love is different from the way I show you love. Sometimes I don’t notice your love, and sometimes you don’t notice mine. It is like my love efforts become the red headed stepchild that you look right through.
I do things for you that you would never do for me. But I guess you do things for me that I would never do for you. It is hard to appreciate your love because it can feel foreign. I have to search for the signs and keep my eyes open to see the clues. Just because you tell me you love me doesn’t mean I always feel it. But just because I tell you I love you doesn’t mean I always show it.