Everything about him sings to the broken part of my heart that desperately wants to be cared for. To be loved and cherished because I matter. To love someone else fully, and not let a day go by that they don’t know it. “I like you a lot,” I whisper. It’s not a declaration of love, but it’s the most I can do for now. He presses a soft kiss at the corner of my lips. “I like you a lot too. I like you a lot more than anyone else.”
