When it comes to love, my Hubby and I do not tell each other much that we love each other. At least not in so many words. We say something like "Have I told you lately?" or "Just a tiny tiny bit!" In our culture, to say something like I love you so much is to be too proud of what you have, to brag about it, and in such a case the very thing we speak of could be taken from us. So we minimize it in our words. We do not invite tests. Our love shows for each other in actions. Its in the simple things, that speak volumes to me when I find them. Or when he finds them. It is in how we take care of each other, watch out for each other, miss each other when we are apart. It is in the little things done each and every day. I notice these things. For me, whereever I end up each day, I know at the end of my day I go home, and my true love, who I only love a tiny bit, is there. My heart lives there and waits for me. He gets me, and I am safe within his heart.
We have a word we share with each other, we put it on the bottom of cards we give each other, we tell it to each other and it says in that word you are my true love.
Quahestamaha.
It translates to: You Dance in my Heart.
