10 Ways To Say 'I LOVE YOU' Without Actually Saying It

Sometimes out of all the words in the English dictionary, the compilation of these these three words becomes the hardest to say. We always look for ways to make our 'special someone' feel 'special'. We Google on the ways and methods to make them smile.

Here are a few fail-proof ways of making your 'The One' happy and loved:

•  Letters and love notes written in unsuspecting ways and places. Chalk on the sidewalk. Written in sand and snow. Post it notes on the car windshield. Large poster board taped to the brick wall by the coffee shop frequented every morning. Tucked in the coat pocket or backpack or lunch box. Lipstick on the mirror. Sharpie on the wall and sheets, because some things deserve to be permanent.
  
• Give them Time. But not just any Time. A time full of your attention, love and without distractions of your cellphones etc.
• Be present. Know what is going on with the your partner. Observe.

  We check in with each other daily. We observe each other. We notice each others moods. We spend the evenings together sometimes doing something that needs to be done, sometimes not. We look forward to each other coming home at the end of the day.

  We share the same space when we can. We look forward to reuniting at the end of the day. Upon falling asleep, I take a deep breath and exhale and release, knowing that we are together and whatever the day brought, I am safe, secure and loved.

• Go to bed at the same time as your partner. Wake up at the same time, too.

  

  Of course, this doesn’t happen every night, or every morning. But, when it does, it feels good. Just this morning, I woke up as my husband was getting ready to head to work, even though I had the time this morning to catch another hour of sleep.

  He had a big day scheduled and the 30 minutes together this morning allowed me an opportunity to offer support, a kiss, and a good-bye and good luck. I was already with him as he journeyed into his day. And I did that for him because I knew he needed and wanted it.

• Do something helpful for your partner that is not typical for you.

  It’s natural to establish roles in our homes without even discussing them. The one who cooks—cooks. The one who cleans—cleans. The one who takes out garbage—takes out the garbage. We tend to stick with our duties, not necessarily questioning why it’s our role. Do an extra task that is typically the other person’s task. I love when my husband cooks, as that is typically my job, and I think he enjoys when I put an extra load of his laundry in, as he typically does his own—20 years in.

  
  

  
  

  
  

You say I never needed you, But you were wrong.

You say I never needed you,
But you were wrong.
I’ve always needed you,
just not the way you want me to.
I never needed you to fight my battles for me,
I can do that on my own.
But I do need to know that you will always be on my side,
that I have your trust and support.

I never needed jewels and gold,
I live a simple life and only want for simple things.
But I do need assurance and comfort,
not of finance but of heart, that I am good enough.

I never needed to be constantly around you and wanting your every attention,
I am a big girl and can get by on my own very well,
But I do need to know that I have a place by you side, even when I am not there.

I never needed you to love me like I love you,
I am wise enough to understand not all love are requited,
But I need you to not hurt me,
though we both know that if that happens all I can do is to only continue loving you.

I never needed your heart,
for a heart should never be so easily given away,
But I need your hand,
A warm touch, a gentle embrace, to let me understand that I am safe in your arms.

I never needed your kisses,
They are superficial, and though they feel good they never convey as much as I wanted to.
But I needed your words,
Words in which I hear and can recall in dark times, giving me reason to stand up once again.

I never needed a marriage,
for marriage can be broken and I know how you always hated to be tied down,
But I needed a bond between us,
Something that is proof that this is real and not just a fabric of my imagination.

I never needed a castle,
It is big and cold and I get lost easily,
But I need a home,
A place filled with love that can always go back to.

I never needed to be protected,
I am not made of glass and I can look after myself,
But I need to be embraced,
To know there’s a place I can go to when I am vulnerable.

So yes, I do not need you the way you wanted me to,
But for the ways I needed you, more often than not, you weren’t there,
Which is why I am saying goodbye now,
Before this last piece of fragile heart shatters too…

Farewell my love, I hope that you can find that someone you need,
and I hope that in passing time, my heart will slowly piece itself back together,
When that time comes, maybe then we can risk seeing each other again,
with hope that the feeling of wanting to cry, to hurt, to embrace and to love you will be gone,
and then, truly then, will we be free of each other…

Until then,
Goodbye.”

Like Water for Chocolates

Sweet vanilla mixed with sandalwood scents 
Kinks and coils kissing on your collarbone 
Soft moans 
I place kisses between heated up thighs 
And go deeper before you decide to change your mind 
I can change your heart and 
Rearrange the beads of sweat trickling beneath your right breast 
My fingertips trace circles around your Hershey kiss nipples
Im wrapped up in your pheromones 
High pitched tones 
Calling for every god 
You’re scratching up the walls
I grab your hands and pause long enough to place lip stick prints on your wrists 
Then I crash into you 
And get hot 
And boil over
And spill 
Splash 
Drip
Like water for chocolate 
Stir, blow, sip

WILD LOVE

“I will remember the kisses
Our lips raw with love
And how you gave me everything you had
And I offered you what was left of me
And I will remember our small room
The feel of you
The light in the window
Morning coffee
Our noons our nights
Our bodies spilled together
Sleeping
The tiny flowing currents immediate and forever
Your leg my leg
Your arm my arm
Your smile and warmth of you
And how you always make an effort to make me smile”

Is That Her 'FEMORAL ARTERY'

I met my lover late one night,

Stethoscope on my chest, BP cuff on my right,

And as he held my hand, on his resident’s command,

He summoned up all his might -

"I'm a doctor-in-training", he said,

Resting his body against my bed

"And is it too soon to make you swoon?

Because I know we've just met -

But you make my heart thump so hard

That cardiac arrest is on the cards,

Fast my blood flows for my soul knows

That true love has caught me off-guard.”

What was there to say but yes?

To a lack of experience he had confessed,

Yet I was fine with the nerdy pick up lines

Because for me adoration he had professed -

But he’s rare with actual compliments

Instead choosing to thank my ‘rents

For their chromosomes, their centrosomes

…I think good will was meant?

And even when he finds the right words

It sounds completely absurd

To hear “My dear, your telomeres

They have never faltered!”

All my girlfriends think I’m single

Because I never bring him out to mingle -

He works long hours, rarely showers,

And in small talk, the only lingual

Skills he has pertain to nerves of the tongue,

And if there’s pathology he has the lungs

To speak and speak for a more than a week,

As if other meddies he were among!

Surgery sets his heart on fire

More than my wanton desire,

Causing a fuss with his bloodlust

Whenever I want my body admired,

So when he’s making love to me,

I know he’s thinking of anatomy

Not what goes where, or how he fares,

But is that her femoral artery?

“Found it!” he cries instead of my name,

As if our activity is not a game

Of take-a-peek but hide-and-seek

Where physiology is the aim!

Still I know he’ll never cheat

Because he never has the time to meet

Another girl to take for a whirl,

And besides, I know I have them beat

With my ample mitochondria, cranial hypertrophy,

A million neurotransmitters and long phalanges -

Subcutaneous tissue, it’s never an issue;

So I’ll let him study our mutual biochemistry

Because he gives me atrial fibrillation,

Ventricular contractions and palpitations,

Every single date my muscles fasciculate,

Forever he’ll be my doctor, and I, his patient
.

[An old poem I had lying around. It never fails to amuse me.]