He ain't Ezee, he's my brother.
 

What do You need to feel loved?

Truly. You shouldn't need anything out of the ordinary to feel loved.
Like many said, if you can look into the mirror and love yourself, that is the start to the greatest love. If your don't feel good about yourself, then it is impossible to love others. You will pretend and eventually it will show/
If one truly needs to the ACT of feeling loved by stimulation of another, than that what it is, just an ACT.
You can Want... But do you truly Need?
You can Give... But do you Truly Mean?
I guess my answer is I love waking up every morning.
I love my first cup of coffee.
I love showering and getting ready for work.
I love working and my friend/co-workers.
I love my drive home from work.
I love walking into the door and being greeted by all my four legged family.
I love Being hugged and kissed by my girl when I come home.
I love my quiet time, I love my family time. I love all that Life has to Offer.
That about sums it up for what it takes to make me feel loved....
And this is just my opinion of what I think...

I was thinking about this again...
Personally, I don't need validation to feel love.
Now don't get me wrong. Being validated is a very nice thing. But it's not something I depend on hearing or receiving.
I am happy with myself. I am content and very happy with my girl. We do little things for each other, we do big things for each other. It's a balance.
It's not a 50/50 expectation. Some days we give 20/80 or visa~versa. At the end of the day, it's just simple love.
When you have been together as long as we have. I would say validation is the sparkle in the eye when we wake up together, or the excitement of a little get away....

Knowing that when all hell breaks lose in my life I can count on "her' to stand by me through it all. Without any reservations. I wanna know that they are there...

[QUOTE=apretty;91031]sap-moment*

when ez and i were first dating we'd gone to the dog park with all 4 of the dogs, his 3 mild-mannered and older, fairly well-behaved pack and my holy terror, insane, bark at your face till you play with me, pick fights with bigger dogs, jump up in the air 5 feet, eat-your-shoes, terrible, bad mannered baby boy, Chester (the frenchie that thinks he's pit and 12 feet tall)...

we had to be out of his house for 2 hours because his real estate agent was showing it most saturdays (he was selling) and had to take the dogs--we even went in separate cars to the dog park because the dogs didn't know each other well, yet...

so, we had a LOOONG walk and the park was filling up with all sorts of dogs (saturday morning) and we're about to leave and this crazy lady enters the small-dog area with her very fearful and barking tiny dogs, and chester takes off running towards them which would have been fine if their owner didn't start screaming and then the dogs start screaming and chester tries to attack and the lady won't unleash the dogs so (so they can actually greet each other) so they're getting all tied around her legs and she's screaming 'who's dog is this!!!!! this dog is attacking my dogs!!!!' and we were already running after him, about to leave anyway but she was cornered and cowering and screaming while chester was trying to sniff her dogs and bark back at them. the entire time she wouldn't shut the fuck up and i was thinking that ez probably hates my dog and is embarrassed to be out with a dog who has such FEW manners and instead he gathers all the dogs leashes and we're now actively leaving the enclosure, nearing the gate and she still is staring at us moaning and paralyzed in exaggerated fear and her dogs are still barking and wrapped around her lunging at chester and ez turns to the woman and yells at her, 'what are you looking at!?'

my heart melted a little cuz i knew ez would step up--he wasn't one of those guys that could talk big and no follow through (in fact, ez isn't much of a talker at all), and it really touched me how my dog is nearly the worst dog on earth (loves all people but can be dog phobic) and he still chose to stick up for him.

so, this is my tiny dog park story <3

(also, there's this time that ez sang chester to sleep in his lap, singing the baby beluga song -a favorite of mine- but i doubt that he wants me to tell how it was so sweet that i started crying.)

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Viva la Chester!! KUDOS to EZ!!! Yanno though, Chester actually got things going for you two... smart dog! Get right out there and test Mom's choices!!! Have to laugh because I have a little Chester myself.... could be brothers Aye!!! Fact is, how someone relates/interacts with my pooch makes a big difference in how things might develop!

Great story! Good peeps, good dog...

:thumbsup:

For the record cause Ive had some questions lol there isnt anyone special in my life or anyone Im referring to other than the fact that IF I had a partner I would feel loved when... then I comment :) That is all folks :) thanks for the well wishes though :)

To feel loved....

Not flowers, and sonnets....not money and things....not even promises of forever. Just the dead certain knowing that with her hand in mine, we can move mountains, and the certainty that we can face the future and anything in it, if we just keep holding on to each other.
.:heartbeat:

being present
 

all I need is
 

I think the number one thing that adds to my feelings of safety and security in a loving relationship is when the other person makes time for me and gives me their undivided attention.

For example, they hear me: they listen to me actively and when they respond to me (in the way that they do), it makes me feel loved. Or said differently??? When they care about what bothers me, hurts me or causes me pain or brings me joy or any number of things and they offer comfort to me - in whatever form of natural expression that comes from a heart centered place of genuine care and concern for me??? It's the number one way that I am able to recognise that they truly love me. I need that the most; it's like oxygen to me - knowing that they care about me: This is what causes me to feel secure and loved.

Thank you adorable...I come from the same place, and it makes it very difficult for me to verbalize what I need or want. I don't expect that anyone can read my mind, but there's a part of me that wishes they could...and then tell me so that I could know too.

I'm learning... :rrose: