He’s making it hard not to. A few nights a week he cooks for me, at least once a week he gives me a backrub, he’s the most attentive lover I’ve ever known, he kisses my forehead each time we see eachother, and he calls me lovely. Those things are damn powerful, you know (forehead kisses especially). Sometimes after he cooks or after a really great roll in the hay I’ll tell him “You know you’re not playing fair, right?” and he’ll say “I know.” and kisses me on the forehead. We had a rather heated discussion about the L-word a while back (one that ruined a few days and made me re-think our entanglement), so I have no intention of throwing the word at him anytime soon – but, he makes me feel loved and makes me feel like I’m starting to fall in love again. It’s a good mix of feelings.