via le love.
fiance told me over the weekend that my love for him is an unattested love.
and i suppose he's right. because i don't care to scream 'i love you' over the mountaintops. eh. i don't even go to the mountaintops.
it's when i squeeze his sides, it's when i stare at him while we're watching tv and i only realize what i'm doing when he looks back at me like 'are you going to kill me' and then we kind of laugh about it, it's when i make him dance with me while i stand on his feet.
it's when i let him in.
oh yes. i do love him.
and he knows. unattested or not.