I remember the shirt you were wearing when you first said, "I love you." The fact that you don't makes me question whether you meant it.
I loved you long before I told you. Playing the long game is in a woman's DNA. We don't throw a Hail Mary in the first quarter. (And you thought we didn't know football.)
I read your horoscope every day.
Spontaneously kiss my neck from behind, and I might let you stay back there for a while.
Make me laugh and I'm happy. Laugh at yourself and I'm all yours.
A little jealousy is good if (a) no kneecaps are broken and (b) you don't cross-examine me to exhaustion. The right balance shows you care, and it's even flattering.
I don't withhold sex to punish you. Sometimes I just need to be left alone but, at the same time, not left alone. And no, I can't explain that.
Here's how to fix what you're doing wrong in bed: When you go slow, go slower. When you go fast, go faster.