I’m not afraid to tell him how much I care for him, or to show him. But I get scared that if I extoll his virtues to others I’ll just jinx the whole thing and it will go tits up. So instead I tell funny stories of the ‘oh arent boys silly’ variety.
I don’t tell friends about the fact he likes me to hold his arm as we walk along the street. That sometimes he stops abruptly, squeezes me too him and tells me he loves me. That when his ex is around he makes sure that I’m happy and feel secure. I’ve never known him to fetch a glass of water for himself at bedtime and not get me one (even though I sometimes forget to get him one). He likes to do things that will impress me – like racing up a hill like a demon on his fixed wheel bike. He can always tell when I’m pretending to be in a good mood. Sometimes he even compromises and lets me decide what time we leave for work in the morning…..
