“I know,” Marco said. “But you love telling them. And I want to hear what you love.”
Elena, in turn, spent Saturday morning in the garage. She didn’t build anything. She just brought him a cold soda and sat on a stool, watching him work. Los cinco lenguajes del amor
She sat down on the cold concrete floor next to him. She didn’t ask him to talk. Instead, she picked up a piece of sandpaper and started helping him smooth the edges. “I know,” Marco said
“I spend all my free time fixing things for you,” he replied. “And you don’t see any of it.” Los cinco lenguajes del amor