I’m not a romantic person. I don’t say sweet things, I don’t use metaphors or fancy language. I express things through actions—taking care of you, supporting you, coming to see you, helping you, listening to you, solving problems for you, thinking things through for you, making sure your future can be with me, spending time getting to know you, remembering what you like, understanding your deeper motivations and logic. If I have time, I’ll reach out—but if I don’t get a response, I’ll quietly cut off contact. I’m that kind of practical person. My way of showing love is to see you, to be around you all the time.

I’ll protect you in my own way. I’ll help you when you’re not paying attention, remind you of things you’ve missed. For important decisions, I’ll give you advice. I’m also not great with subtext. I’ll tell you: I like you. I’ll tell everyone: I like you. I’ll tell you again and again, many times a day, until you stop doubting it.

I don’t believe in long-distance. I don’t even know what that means. If I can’t even see you, what kind of connection is that supposed to be? I don’t get it. Even if people can feel each other’s presence from afar, if we can’t meet, it’s too painful for me—I’d rather give up. I’m impatient. I want to see you, right away, no matter how far I have to go.

I tend to overthink, maybe like my mom, a bit “tone-deaf” when it comes to emotional cues. Words of love always take us a little longer to process. We’re action-driven. If we love you, we’ll stay with you.