What kind of love language works for me? I guess you can classify food as a form of service, because making food is a positive act. I mean, if I had to choose just one… words are cheap and all that.
Not to say I don’t express it in words, or that the path to my heart isn’t paved with it. Once, on a trip, I wrote my significant other every single day for two weeks. I made best friends with the hotel concierge. This was back in the day before everyone had e-mail. Then, I fell in love with someone just because of the letters we exchanged.
Pretty used to not receiving anything in return these days. One day, maybe. Not holding my breath.
The thought did cross my mind, to once again physically write letters that will never be sent to people who will never write back, but I know they’re a bad idea for my sanity. Been there, done that? I don’t want to go to that mental state again.
Not really up to writing to imaginary people, or the person who may one day come into my life (at this point, that person may never come).