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.

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[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