He's already told you he loves you. More than that. He's shown you he loves you. Day in, day out. When you're in a good mood, or a bad mood. When you want to talk, or just be silent. He's there, caring. You don't have to prove anything. You don't have to doubt. So you're free. Free to be yourself. Truly, completely. Just you. Because he knows you, and likes you anyway. No, he likes you because of who you are. There's no anxiety. No worrying about what you should say, when you need to be funny, or clever, or attractive. Sometimes you are all of those things. Sometimes, you're none of them. But always, you are you . Then he's gone. And you're left alone, or masquerading as someone else. Someone who is always in a good mood, because sadness isn't fun. Someone who always wants to talk, because silences are awkward. Someone who has to prove, day in, day out, that she is worthy of others' company. ------------------ You're walki