You texted me alittle after when I was finished work and asked if I could text you when I got home. The roads were bad-slippery and snowy- and you wanted to make sure I got back safely.
We texted back and forth alittle while I waited for my Dad at the grocery store. And you questioned why I was there- didn’t the grocery store close at the same time as my store? – and I had to remind you that on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, we closed at eight.
That little texting conversation brought me back to your insecurity and distrust.
It didn’t add up to you and you immediatly thought the worst.
We have a lot of work to do, this I know.
But you caring for my well-being still?
That’s a lot.
A lot like love.