How I Know He Loves Me
I remember a few distinct moments when I knew I was loved and wasn’t alone.
There are many, many ways I can tell my fiance loves me, but when we were dating, I remember a few distinct moments when I felt loved and I knew I wasn’t alone.
One time, I felt anxious. It was a few months in. I didn’t know how to explain it to him. I told him I was going out for a walk alone. It was late at night. He was very worried and didn’t want me to go.
But I left anyway.
After some thinking, I came back home. And, to my surprise, he wasn’t there.
I couldn’t find my phone either.
Then, after a few moments, I heard the front door open.
He came in, calling for me while looking so genuinely sad and concerned, without realising I was watching him from upstairs.
I didn’t say anything yet because I felt something strange at that moment. It dawned on me that he was vulnerable and I had the power to hurt him.
As it turned out, he had gone after me, bringing my phone to hand me in case something happened. But he’d taken the wrong turn. He ended up going to the supermarket nearby to ask for me like looking for a lost family member.
Throughout our relationship, he’s always been overly concerned about my safety, and while at times I scrunch up my face at his never-ending warning “careful…”, I love that so much. It’s exactly how I identify love.
When we walk on the street, he’s my shield. He watches the roads for me. He always drives carefully. He’s incredibly reliable and stable, not just with me, but with everyone in his life. Being with him is the safest place I’ve been.
Another way I can tell he loves me is how available and patient he is to me.
I’ll never forget the weekend we were supposed to go on a vacation but it all turned south on my side.
While we were at the hotel, I got bad family news and became completely lost in it. While I was crying my eyes out with my sisters on the phone, having no energy left for my partner (boyfriend at the time), he stayed quietly by my side, letting me be.