Tell her. I usually asked my bf now husband "why do u like me" and he would find it kinda annoying. But this was the reason. We don't believe it not because we dont believe our partners but because we don't believe we have lovable traits so we really wonder (at least I assume that's the case from my own experience)
I've yet to hear someone actually say they love me when they weren't biologically predisposed to do so (Parents have a biological aversion to outcasting their children). I've never said it either, and I don't plan to use it until I actually mean it. Getting me to open up is a project that takes months of constant talking and even then they're not likely to hear much. I'll happily talk about my past, the way I think, and exactly how many fingers I like up my butt, but (haha, I said but) if you expect me to ever actually discuss my feelings than I'm gonna basically require more trust in you than anyone I've ever had. Especially as the only person I've opened up to outright rejected and hurt me before I could gather myself back together. Bullet proof armor isn't very effective when you take it off, and she basically dropped a bomb in the helmet.
It's a little creepy, but I remember the first time we talked 279 days and nearly 20 hours ago. I'm not entirely sure why I can remember it.
I was thinking about this the other day and realized I was a dense mother fucker back in high school. Not till my the middle of senior year did I realize what was going on
There is certainly a case to be made for self worth here. Why wouldn’t someone think you’re cute, or be happy you messaged first? If you can feel this way about other people- surely someone can feel it about you? It’s not just Ivy League fitness models who travel the world and know every language and skill who find happiness in love. Look around you and you’ll see people just like you happy and in love. So there’s nothing about you that can’t be loved. It is an odd thought though isn't it? We don’t notice the millions of ways the littlest thing we do can effect other people. We don’t realize when we don’t text that person, or when the person sitting next to us is desperately hoping that we would speak to them or give them any excuse to speak, like take our headphones out of our ears. So don’t fret. The number of silent compliments we get each day is immeasurable. Instead- maybe make it your mission that you be more vocal in complimenting others. Someone around you maybe right now...
... may be feeling this very same way. Someone who you thought “nice hair!” Or “wow, those pants really suit them!” Or maybe even “wow. You’re cute,” or “it makes me happy to know you simply exist.” Well- no need for grand New Years resolutions. Every day is a new day, every moment a chance for change. So go ahead and speak up. Let people know you appreciate or care or like them. Let them know the little ways they brighten your day. Is it odd? It is truly sad if being positive and letting people know the ways they are special is an odd thing. Maybe we should make it normal. Maybe you would love to hear it and so would they- because as many people as there aren’t on earth and for all the ways we are alike- each one of us is unique in how we combine those similarities and express them. Each one of us matters and is appreciated at least by someone- even if we don’t know it.
It's a little creepy, but I remember the first time we talked 279 days and nearly 20 hours ago. I'm not entirely sure why I can remember it.