I don't want you to tell me you love me. I want you to show me.
Why so short with me? I don’t need your temper, I need your patience and gentleness. I am not perfect but I am being perfected.
Love is patient, and is kind.
Why are you secretly desiring that I fail? That things would stop working out for me.
Love is not envious.
Don’t brag about what you have done for me already and take pride in that. We can always do more.
Love does not boast.
Don’t tell me you love me, show me.
Talking about me does not honor me. It pulls me down in the sight of others and lifts you up. Does that really make you feel good?
Love is not rude. It is not self-seeking. It does not try to make itself look good, especially at the sake of someone else.
Yeah, I said some things that you did not like. But don’t be so quick to get mad. What you prefer does not make what I did, wrong.
Stop counting how many times that happened. Or this happened. All that matters is that it happened. Let's just fix that.
Love does not keep track of wrongs.
No, don’t tell me you love me. Show me.
Stop taking sides and rejoicing in how many things you can do without me. And in how many ways you can say it. You know what really happened. Face the truth and deal with it.
Love rejoices in the truth.
Stop hurting me, I don’t want to hurt anymore. I wouldn’t do what you’re doing to my worst enemy. Even they treat me better than you are.
Don’t doubt what I say, take me for who I am. And Whose I am.
Love always protects, always trusts. ALWAYS.
Love always hopes, it always endures. ALWAYS.
Love always believes. ALWAYS.
You gave up on love a long time ago. You gave up trying to love me. It got too hard for you. And doesn’t quite fit in with the things you want to do.
But I love you. And I will yet continue to love you and continue to hold on.
And I don’t need you to tell me you love me.
Because I believe that one day you will show me.
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