How do you say "I love you" without words?

While I was scrolling instagram, I paused to look at this post. I wouldn't care for the comments section but somehow today, I went through the comment section and it warmed my heart. Just sharing some of the comments across a few posts to warm your (whoever is reading this) heart too :)

- I cook a hearty meal for them (Multiple comments; after all stomach is a way to your heart too)

- Having ultimate awareness of each other (Ahh! how relationships would be a blessing if we realize that)

- Bring coffee in the morning without being asked (Multiple comments. Again. Coffee is love.)

- Make them a cup of tea. Do the chores while they have a lie-in. Brush your hand on their shoulder as you walk past.

- Text pics that will make them smile, make meals, buy stuff they like at the store, pack breakfast for them, do chores so there is more free time for them.

- Listen intently.

- What do you feel we should get? Would you do a cocktail or pineapple juice?

- Actions. Forgiveness. Trust. Communication. Intimacy.

- I brought pizza.

- With a look :)

- Leave a note

- Shoulder massages

And the list goes on for a while I guess..

Have a loving day.

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