When Scott brought his things in the door, somehow there wasn't any room left for my confidence. We'd be eating dinner in front of the TV and I'd put my fork down and look at him:
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I love you."
I know he loves me and I know I'm being silly about it, but I can't stop. A couple of hours later we're snuggled up on the couch and watching one of my shows:
"Tell me you love me."
"I love you."
I've never been that girl, the one who needs to hear it and asks to hear it. We're not a couple that uses those words like running water. But right now I need it. I need to hear that I made the right decision by having him move in. I need to know that I'm not going to get hurt. Because I've realized what an incredibly vulnerable position I put myself in, I need to know that we're going to be okay.
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you're going to be ok sarah, and he loves you! and so do we! lol, enjoy...
You're much stronger than you give yourself credit for. You're going to be fine!
There is nothign wrong with needing to hear it. There is nothing wrong with needign to know you made the right decision.
Take huge comfort in that he has moved in, and that he says it so easily.
HEY! This reminds me of someone .. ;o) (myself in case u didn't no what I was crapping on about) :o)
Plus no doubt, it's just plain fun to hear. :)
I think it's fabulous that he says it! So many men are all like 'I show it in other ways' meh whatever. There's nothing wrong with wanting or needing to hear it - it's natural. I don't think it makes you any less vulnerable though but it's bloody good to know he means it.
Yep, I think you're going to be just fine.
I echo Indiana... and the others, you'll be fine :-)
Don't think about the past, enjoy the present and believe in a future. He loves you and you made the right decision. :)
you're going to be fine. from everything we've heard he sounds like a keeper :)
It wasn't until I told my most recent beau after a month of him being uncertain if he loved me that I was done, finito, over-a-roo, out the door and no longer able to communicate with him so as to move on with my life - yeah, that's when he finally said he loved me. Yeah, he uttered the words but all the while under duress.
But the one before him? I'd curl up on the sofa, rest my head in his lap and ask him to tell me he loved me. And then I'd say 'again' over and over so he would have to repeat it.
My point? I totaly get you.
I can completely understand the insecurity issues, Sarah.
But give yourself some credit for following your heart.
And remember that trusting someone and having faith in them goes hand in hand with LOVING them.
Worst case scenario: You and Scott break up, he finds some place else to live. You're hurt, you pick yourself back up, and you move on.
Best case scenario: Your love continues to grow and blossom. You adapt to sharing space. You tell your parents about yours and Scott's new living arrangements. And he proposes at Christmas time.
Seeing as how he doesn't hesitate and doesn't hem and haw about saying he loves you means HE TRULY DOES LOVE YOU.
Also, keep in mind that this new living arrangement benefits you more than him, financially.
There are bound to be doubts and insecurities when you let a boyfriend move in. That's normal reaction and it will work itself out. Just give it time. Give yourself time!
*HUGS*
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