I don’t want you to tell me about how much you love me, or how much I mean to you.
I want you to show me.
And by show me, I don’t mean buy me gifts or pretend to be jealous over me.
I mean show me you care, in the small things.
Show me you trust me, tell me things you wouldn’t tell anyone else.
Tell me what made you how you are and why you changed,
I don’t want small talk.
I want to know you, the real you.
Because if I mean to you as much as you say I do,
Then I should atleast be worth that.