So if you don't know this about me already my love language is quality time.
Actually it's just time.
As long as David and I are in the same room I love it. I don't even care if I'm doing dishes or he's folding clothes we are together and I feel good.
Well, my best friend and lover and been working weird hours that past 2 weeks and tonight will not be home until around 4 or 5 in the morning.
(if you are some weird person reading this I want you to know I have a gun and know how to use it)
Anyway, it sucks.
He came home tonight for dinner which was a welcome surprise, but then I had to say by again :(
It's weird to think about my life before him how incomplete I was.
Thanks baby for being mine, I love you so very much.
"Come home to Me soon".
So what is your love language?