Reasons to love my David

[lydy]

I am having trouble falling asleep, tonight. For reasons that I don't even pretend to guess at, my brain is rehashing old, failed relationships. Thank you, brain. At last, I woke DDB up from a sound sleep.

"I'm sorry. I'm crazy and insecure, but I need you to tell me that you love me."

"Urghh?"

"I'm sorry. I'm feeling really crazy and insecure. I need you to tell me that you love me."

"I love you."

"Are you sure?

"Yes."

"Why would you do such a silly thing?"

"I don't know. I do love you, though."

"Oh. Ok. I love you, too."

"Oh, good." Snores.

And the snoring, that was the most reassuring bit. Because he trusted me to ask for what I needed, gave me what I needed, and then considered it to be a successful enough transaction that he could go back to sleep without worrying about what I _really_ meant. Because, what I really meant was, "Please tell me that you love me." And he did.

I'm not asleep, yet, obviously. But David, he loves me. And I love him. And our relationship may not make sense to outsiders, but it genuinely works.

I love you, David.

Comments

[lydy.livejournal.com]

I guess I should hasten to add that the possessive is not exclusive.

[faunhaert.livejournal.com]

He is a great guy <3

I'm glad he could just do/say what's needed
with out needing and explanation.

sweeter dreams

[gerisullivan.livejournal.com]

That sound you hear all the way in Minneapolis? It's my heart melting.

So happy for the love you & David share.

[pameladean]

He is the best David.

P.

[quility.livejournal.com]

Thank you for sharing your insecurity and your strength. You are so real and inspiring.

[lydy.livejournal.com]

To quote Ashleigh Brilliant: I am living my life, a feat so difficult it has never before been attempted."

[ctein3.livejournal.com]

Dear Lydy,

(writing this from Gay Paree*)

We have been there, at Can't-Sleep-O-Clock AM, and our brain goes down the emotional rabbit hole and decides to start replaying "The Ones That Got Away" (soon to be a major motion picture). Which makes perfect sense, seeing what a complete failure our live is, love-wise. Totally. A disaster.

(Suuuure, and why don't you pull the other one because, bells.)

No idea where it comes from. Brains are sometimes very stupid things. By morning it's gone. Sane again. But, at the time... well, it's just a really good thing we're not in a state to make life-altering decisions.

We've never had the nerve to wake Paula up and ask her to tell us she loves us.

Good for you.

love,

Ctein

*(Yeah, you can hate us now. Don't care. We're in Paree!)

[lydy.livejournal.com]

Ok, hating you, now.

Don't know why the Can't-Sleep-O-Clock should be the same insecurity for both of us. I wonder if its actually quite common... My ex-husband once woke me up to insist that I tell him that I loved him. Which I did, but it wasn't sufficient. And I kept on falling asleep while he was trying to get me to convince him -- it got very unpleasant ... I guess I get to say I'm better than he is because I believed David when he told me, rather than hectoring him?

Brains are weird. Very, very weird.

[ctein3.livejournal.com]

Dear Lydy,

No idea if it's common. The two of us are sufficiently, ummm, "differently alike" (???) that it could just be a shared peculiarity.

Yeah, you're better than your ex. And so's David.

But, really, we could be setting the bar higher.

Have to say that if someone woke us up repeatedly to reassure them that we loved them, we'd become increasingly tempted to say something like "less and less with each passing moment." Which, we acknowledge, would not bode well for the relationship.

Assuming we could muster something more coherent when only a third awake than, "muhhshhymmbbm."

love,

Ctein