"It is like a deepening pit that starts in my chest and goes clear down to my knees--on the inside. It's filled with, like...warm chocolate that is all melty and good. And the sun is shining out of it, making it feel good and smell good."
"It's something that makes me grin. To say it makes me smile is a little bit smarmy--no, it's not a smiley feeling that I get. It's a self-conscious grin while I look down at my shoes, thinking about it. And yes, it does feel good to me. Maybe that's why I look down."
"My eyes just start to water when I think about it. As soon as I let my mind linger on it I get teary. I don't know why. I wish I got something else instead--puffed out chest or standing taller."
"I can hardly stand to hear when someone says it to me. I get really embarrassed because I'm not used to thinking about myself that way. What I usually do when someone says that to me is, I screw up my face and strike a Napoleonic pose, or I make silly faces to make the person stop saying it. But I really don't want them to stop saying it--I just want to stop feeling like I don't deserve it."
"When I hear it, everything inside of me comes to a complete stop. I even feel like my heart stops beating--and I can hardly breathe. I just look at his eyes and all I can think of is his beautiful eyes looking right into my heart."
"I get warm and wobbly when it happens to me. I think I could just collapse so I usually look away and grab onto something so I don't drop in my tracks. John says I'm being melodramatic but I can hardly hang on enough to keep myself upright sometimes."
"I get this unquenchable yearning that begins to burn inside of me--right over my solar plexus--whenever she does this. I look and look at her just to savor the moment."
"I love when this happens. I smile, almost absent-mindedly to myself, every time I think of it. I get a picture of being in his arms and of those beautiful, moist brown eyes looking into mine. It is such a gift."
What happens to you when someone tells you how much they love and treasure you?
"It's something that makes me grin. To say it makes me smile is a little bit smarmy--no, it's not a smiley feeling that I get. It's a self-conscious grin while I look down at my shoes, thinking about it. And yes, it does feel good to me. Maybe that's why I look down."
"My eyes just start to water when I think about it. As soon as I let my mind linger on it I get teary. I don't know why. I wish I got something else instead--puffed out chest or standing taller."
"I can hardly stand to hear when someone says it to me. I get really embarrassed because I'm not used to thinking about myself that way. What I usually do when someone says that to me is, I screw up my face and strike a Napoleonic pose, or I make silly faces to make the person stop saying it. But I really don't want them to stop saying it--I just want to stop feeling like I don't deserve it."
"When I hear it, everything inside of me comes to a complete stop. I even feel like my heart stops beating--and I can hardly breathe. I just look at his eyes and all I can think of is his beautiful eyes looking right into my heart."
"I get warm and wobbly when it happens to me. I think I could just collapse so I usually look away and grab onto something so I don't drop in my tracks. John says I'm being melodramatic but I can hardly hang on enough to keep myself upright sometimes."
"I get this unquenchable yearning that begins to burn inside of me--right over my solar plexus--whenever she does this. I look and look at her just to savor the moment."
"I love when this happens. I smile, almost absent-mindedly to myself, every time I think of it. I get a picture of being in his arms and of those beautiful, moist brown eyes looking into mine. It is such a gift."
What happens to you when someone tells you how much they love and treasure you?
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the universe opens up; I feel a deep and pervasive warmth; colors are vibrant; I am invincible.
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