Love Letters #30

She likes to be in charge of answering questions.

Secretly, it drives me up the wall.

I never tell her this, though. I just let her answer all the questions, my ones and her ones. It makes her feel validated and in control. And I think she likes it when she is answering for me.

It makes her feel like I am hers. I belong to her.

Which I do, of course.

Except sometimes when I am sitting twiddling my thumbs while she speaks for me, I feel a little like a school boy. In a headmaster’s office. With my mother.

I would never tell her that.

I love her to pieces. Also she would be mortified.