This is a fictional letter to a fictional lover and not (totally) autobiographical.
Dear Lover,
Editors tell writers to "show" not "tell" their story. Lover, I want you to show me your love, not dribble out empty words.
Don't get me wrong lover, I enjoy hearing you say "I love you." But if you tell me "I love you" then proceed to ignore me while I try to talk to you about a difficult time I had at work then all I remember is how you were insensitive to my pain, not the beautiful words you said.
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. A look, a hug, a listen or a gesture to show you care can be worth a thousand I love yous.
Words can be cheap, but actions go deep. Lover, don't just tell me, show me.
And by the way, doing a load of laundry or washing the dishes counts as a whole lot of show.
Oh, and I love you.
What is your favorite way of being shown that your lover cares? (Please, nothing explicit or raunchy - this is a PG-13 blog!)
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