Talking About Love

So, I got back from Houston Sunday, and felt blue and fairly down. Of course, type of disposition always calls for reassurance. So, since I had been pondering for a while whether Miggity felt feelings of love for me or not, I had decided THIS was the ripe time to ask. I first asked him about whether culture or religion mattered to him in a long term relationship (since this was the other thing that was bothering me). And I got the response I expected, "not really, why do you ask." I dodged the question why do you ask twice because I figured it was obvious why I was asking. And if it wasn't, I think it probably became obvious once I blurted the next few lines... "How do you feel about me? Do you think you love me yet? Because you know I can admit it now that I love you." And just like that, without the fireworks and without the music, just plainly it streamed out. Not exactly as I had planned, but what ever goes according to plan anyway? It was kinda dark in the room, but I saw his mouth turn into a smile, maybe even with a hint of "awww" in it. He said that on paper it all looks great, it's all perfect, but he feels he is blocking himself from feeling his feelings fully because he afraid of getting hurt again. I told him that if he hasn't felt it by now, it's probably not going to happen. He said, he's pretty sure it will. Then I asked him what love meant to him. And he said something so simple yet profound, that once again it left me pleasantly surprised. He said, "for me love is when I am willing to be miserable for someone else... when I'll put someone else and their needs before mine."
And just like that, I was praying that I'd get to be that someone. That sounds like a wonderful kind of love. I told him I needed to know all this 'cause I was looking out for myself. To which he said, "I'm looking out for you too." I am not sure what this meant, but it sounded soothing and comforting. Oh, did I mention I fed him kheema I had cooked before all this? :-)