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All the Ways I Loved You

(I'm limited in the number of words allow so half of this story is eliminated ) During my entire life, I have kept a journal of my life ( 28,000 Pages), and I have written hundreds of songs from the words and story in my journal. This is the story behind this song. A brief history of my love life for my children 18 January 2021 When I was just barely a teenager, I fell in love. It only lasted a short time, and then over some silly words, we broke up. I wanted to do the most romantic things I could for her—I wanted to write beautiful love letters for her. I wanted to write then sing songs to her in a concert I started out by going to the library to find books on love and books on how to repair a broken heart. I wrote down words and praises for her, telling her how important she was to me, things I could say to her so I could win her back into my life. When I went off to war, there were times when life was boring, and I would sit in a bunker. I would read stories written by women saying what they wanted in a relationship—stories about how they wanted their man to make love to them, or just making detailed plans to make romantic gestures to give her a thrill she could talk about for years to come about her man and what he did for her. I read books on writing songs and always thanked my partner for being who she was. As years passed, I read romance novels and took out a three-year subscription to Cosmopolitan magazine. Three times. I still get magazines like Cowgirl and other female romance magazines, to learn new things I never did before. I purchased and read a few dozen of those romance novels, writing down all those important parts that I thought would be exciting for her if I did it the same way. I was teaching myself to be a better man, and I didn’t realize it then, but I was shaping the man I would later become. Inspired by those romance novels, I added more sweet gestures to show her how deeply I cared. I surprised her with breakfast in bed on quiet mornings, complete with her favorite coffee and a single flower on the tray. I planned little scavenger hunts around the house or yard, leaving clues based on our shared memories or her favorite books, each one leading to a hidden love note or small gift that said how much she meant to me. I read aloud to her from romance novels or poetry before bedtime, my voice low and steady, making the words feel personal and intimate. I learned to give her slow, sensual foot rubs after long days, or brushed her hair gently while whispering how beautiful she was to me. I She was reading her favorite book on the Australian series and she found a note on the edge of pages of her novel saying we should try this sometime, how about right now. I danced with her spontaneously in the kitchen or living room, no music needed, just pulling her close and swaying slowly. I planned themed date nights at home, like recreating scenes from books we'd read together, complete with candlelight and her favorite treats. "We developed hand signals that we could send to one another at parties, weddings, and various events. Putting my finger to my eyebrow meant "let's go home." Touching my ear would mean I was bored. Rubbing my chin was an indication that I was thinking of her in bed with her love running down my chin. When I looked her in the eyes and gave her a wink, it meant "I want to get you in bed." Just staring at her and biting my lower lip had sexual references. We added even more secret, romantic hand signals over the years, inspired by our private world and those little nonverbal cues that only we understood. If we were holding hands in public or around friends, three quick squeezes from me meant "I love you," and she'd squeeze back four times to reply "I love you too." A subtle thumb rub or gentle tap on the back of her hand while holding it was our quiet way of saying "I'm right here with you" or "You're safe with me." Crossing my index and middle fingers briefly (like a mini promise) signaled "You're my everything" or a silent vow of forever. Forming a small heart with my thumb and index finger—holding it low and quick toward her across a room—was a discreet "I love you" that no one else caught. Tapping my chest twice over my heart meant "My heart is yours," especially during emotional moments or when words weren't needed. A slow circle traced on her palm with my thumb while holding hands whispered "I adore you" or "Thinking of you always."."I wrote love notes and hid them all over the house, in her personal areas, and in her car—something saying "I was thinking of you" and rubbing my chin. I wanted this woman to know how important she was to me—not just a servant and sex thing in our home. I wanted to convey that even after years of marriage, she still turned me on and made me want to do things.