Food is my love language.
But I read challenge and kindness fluently.
Because that’s what love is too:
When it’s late on Friday night, and they remind me to go to yoga tomorrow…early.
Rather, tell me to go, because it will matter…to me.
They could care less whether I get down, dog. But they know, it will matter…to me.
And they drink rosé because I bring it.
But they order it because they know I like it.
That, to me, is love, spoken more clearly than you could ever say.