I Licorice You

The beans were finally spilled. Both Steve and I could heave a sigh of relief! We didn’t have to keep things a secret any longer.

I finally felt like I could move forward to some degree in our relationship.

 

Valentine’s Day was approaching, so I figured I should get Steve some sort of card. I needed a card that communicated how important he was to me, without totally spilling my guts to him.

As you know, he had already told me that he loved me, and you guessed it, I still hadn’t told him.

There were times when Steve would tell me that he loved me, and I almost threw it out there that I loved him too.

One time I even started the sentence, “Steve I… (Oh my gosh, am I really going to say this?) I…l—ic oa yoo.”

“Ha ha, what did you say?” he prodded.

“Oh nothing!”

“Did you just say you licorice me?” he chuckled.

“No, of course I didn’t.”

 

It was as if the words I love you would bubble up like a pot ready to boil over, and then suddenly the words wouldn’t come. The heat was turned down and I had nothing to say.

He didn’t pressure me about the fact that I didn’t actually say it, but rather continued to tell me that he loved me and was patient. He knew I would tell him when I was ready.

 

 

One thing I’ve learned from my mom through the years is the art of showing people how much you care about them and how to make people feel special.

For Valentine’s Day I thought I’d get crafty and leave Steve a display of my “care” for him.

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I had been working on a surprise during some of my free time at school. I used the die cut machine to cut out hearts and letters that read “Happy Valentine’s Day” so I could hang it on the mirror in his bathroom. I figured I wasn’t telling him “I love you” just yet, but he needed to know I thought he was wonderful. I also put a hand written note “Happy Valentine’s Day! I Licorice you,” on a heart. I knew he’d get my point.

While he was sleeping, I snuck over to his house and taped up my beautiful masterpiece so my message could be read as he looked in the mirror. I was so excited, but nervous. I thought for sure that every pull and tear of the scotch tape was going to wake him up for sure. Things always seem louder when you’re trying to be sneaky about it.

I pulled it off. Operation Valentine was complete. He was sound asleep and I managed to escape without being noticed.

 

 

Steve had made dinner plans for the two of us so we could enjoy some quality time together. I loved our quality time. We would laugh and joke about everything and have in-depth conversations as well.

Gosh, he was so good at making me feel special. Through no prompting of my own, he signed us up to do “Couples Yoga.” A special Valentine’s Day yoga session, doing poses with my sweetheart.

 

Us two meatheads were going to give this yoga thing a go.

These poses were hilarious. As a meathead, you always try to muscle your way through things and if something is hard, you grin and bear it.

Not only did we have to figure out how to maintaing stability  in these poses individually, but we also had to work together as one cohesive unit. If either of us tried to do something on our own, our whole pose would be thrown off and we’d fall over.

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Although it may seem like a silly exercise, trying something adventurous together that day was good because it challenged our communication. We came up with a game plan and then gave it a shot.

 

Often times in relationships we assume that what we are thinking is obvious. Maybe you are in a current situation of frustration simply because there was a lack of communication.


 

 

“The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” -George Bernard Shaw

 

 


 

 

One challenge for you today is to reflect on the communication in your relationships. Are you holding a grudge or letting a miscommunication negatively impact your relationships?If so, clarify your feelings with that person. Try to explain your thought or idea using different language and if you feel as though you have been misunderstood, clarify what you meant. Sometimes using an analogy helps to refine what you were trying to say.

 

I also want to challenge you to go the extra mile to show the people you care about that you love them. Whether it is a love text, a phone call, or voluntarily doing an activity that they love, you can always brighten someone’s day by showing love.

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Just remember, I love you.

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Today wasn’t just any ordinary day at the gym. I had trained with Steve earlier and then I was going to spend the day relaxing by the pool, or trying to relax I should say.

It was a rough one. The man I cared about was going to be leaving work to have a baby with another woman. I was dreading the moment he would call me saying he was leaving to go to the hospital.

I always wanted the experience of having my first child to be something I shared with my husband.  This was supposed to be an experience for a married us, instead of a non-married them. That plan was out the window. It was hard to swallow the fact that my boyfriend, the man I cared about more than anyone, would be leaving to support another woman in labor.  Is this really my life right now?

I tried to relax and calm my spirit by the pool, but I was restless. I laid on my stomach as tears rolled down my face just thinking about it; breathing slow controlled breaths, trying to get myself to calm down.

I felt sick to my stomach. What if he changes his mind about me? What if the birth of his son is so overwhelming and such a life changing experience that it brings them closer together and he decides he wants to be with her? No, he wouldn’t ever do that…would he?

All the time we’ve spent together, being so happy together, being passionate about the same things, working through the ups and down of the situation, surely that had to be enough?

 

He told me he loved me…surely he meant it.

He meant it.

He loves me.

Steve… loves… me,

and only me.

 

 

My phone rang; I glanced down and saw Steve’s name and picture on my phone.

Pulling myself together I said, “hello?”

“Ash I just wanted to tell you that I’m leaving now, and I love you.”

“Okay,” I replied, attempting to hold back my sniffle and tears.

“I will call you when I get back, okay?”

 

“Okay.” I muttered.

 

We hung up. It was happening.

Steve was leaving the gym and the next time I’d see him, he’d be a dad.

I cried, lying on the pool deck, as the commotion of the kids swimming and the upbeat music played in the background. I was anything but upbeat. I wanted crawl into a hole.

 

My phone vibrated, I opened up the text and it read:

 

“Ashley, remember that I love you.”