He asked me,

“What are your love languages?”

And I stared at the screen.

No one has ever asked me that,

Nor do I think I’ve ever thought about it.

Because how I love, is by giving.

I give whatever they might need,

Whenever,

However.

In desperation to feel loved,

Appreciated.

My mind races as I try to figure out how to tell this stranger I have no clue.

Until I decide I can’t fake it anymore.

I tell the truth.

“I’m not sure”.

I’ve tried turning a new leaf,

Where I’m unapologetically me.

Where I wear my heart on my sleeve in an honest way.

Like I’ve always meant to do.

And here I am, almost half a year later,

Learning what my love languages really are.