P.S. I love you

One of these days you'll tell me.

A few weeks back I spoke with my boyfriend on the phone. He was so very very drunk, on his way home. He kept calling me, making no sense, as drunk people sometimes do. I was tired, he woke me up. After a while I told him I loved him.

"I like you too" he said.

He does love me, but he hasn't told me. Of course I would like to hear it, but instead he shows it with his actions. He cares about how I do, and he goes out of his way to help me without me asking. He shows interest in my life, professoinal, emotional and social. He wants to meet my friends. He cooks me breakfast and he holds me during the night. He puts up with my temper and laughts when I parry his comments.

He shows me every way but verbally. He is a guys guy. Of course I would like to hear it, but I can also read him. I have had guys in the past telling me they loved me as they met my eyes. I knew they were lying as they spoke the words (liar, liar, pants on fire). This guy, my man, is a mountain in comparison. I can lean on him, climb him and fight him. He is so solid, he doesn't budge. He gives me shelter.

I sent him a sms tonight; "P.S. I love you."
I bet you he won't answer, but he means it right back.Sometimes the words are to powerful to be said.