Growing up your parents always made sure you knew that they loved you. Mom would walk up the stairs and say, “ Goodnight, i love you” and you would respond, “love you more” and a fight about who could possibly love the other more would endure.
These days, I know she loves me, but its not said as much. We don't fight about who says "i love you more" last. She doesn't know me as well as she used to. She doesn't see what I’m going through. She’s blinded by the fact that she "loves me to the moon and back "
and she feels like that should be enough..
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 12:51 PM UTC
Growing up your parents always made sure you knew that they loved you. Mom would walk up the stairs and say, “ Goodnight, i love you” and you would respond, “love you more” and a fight about who could possibly love the other more would endure.
These days, I know she loves me, but its not said as much. We don't fight about who says "i love you more" last. She doesn't know me as well as she used to. She doesn't see what I’m going through. She’s blinded by the fact that she "loves me to the moon and back "
and she feels like that should be enough..
