Note: This is my first time posting in this form and I thought that I would give it a shot. This is formally, the only thing that I have written for GW. I hope that you all enjoy. Please read and review.
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He never had to say those words because they were never needed. To him, words were just that, words. He could parrot them back to me and put as much emotion into them as I wanted, but they would not mean a thing to him. For him, actions were always the course.
Instead of 'I love you,' he would shield me from a lone gunman who felt the need to kill me because I tried to instill ideals of peace and pacifism in the world.
Instead of 'I need you,' he would hold me close at night and never leave my side during the day.
Instead of 'I want you,' he would ravage me in ways that are indescribable and terribly embarrassing to try and articulate into words.
I used to push him and urge him to say these words to me, and he did, but once they left his lips they felt hollow. I knew that he only uttered them because I felt the overwhelming need to hear them, but slowly-and I mean slowly-I began to accept his version of "I love you."
Those three words are encapsulated within every action and every move that he takes and makes for me.
He said 'I love you' when he married me four years ago in a simple ocean side wedding.
He says 'I love you' when he brings me my daily morning French Vanilla coffee.
He says 'I love you' when he whisks me away for sporadic vacations when I am too stressed out to even remember my own birthday.
He says 'I love you' when I wake up every morning and he is still there in our bed, beside me.
With Heero, he knows that words are my weapon and actions are his. When I say 'I love you' I mean every word and he accepts them with a grunt, smile, or kiss. He knows that from me they hold weight, they are real. In fact, with his every action, he says 'I love you' more than I ever have. Of course I do things for him. I cook, I give him his toys and also his space. I let him install whatever security gadget he invents or finds, and I give him the faith that he needs to continue.
I know my actions are minimal in comparison to his, but he accepts that. He knows that after we make love, when I say 'I love you' I am accepting him, and that's the biggest action that I could ever make in his eyes. Even after all that he has done-and continues to do-he knows that I accept him for who he was, is, and continues to be.
Those three words mean nothing to him, and I accept that because I know that he loves me, especially when he looks into my eyes. When I look into his Prussian blues, I know that all the love he has for me are contained within their depths.
Anyways, who needs three words when you have a man that is willing to go halfway around the city in order to get banana nut chocolate chip ice cream at three o' clock in the morning because you have a craving while you are six months pregnant?
Yes, he certainly does love me.
Author's Note: Thank you all for taking the time to read my story. Hopefully, you enjoyed it. Please review if you can. Have a blessed day!