I send him a song as a text message

My husband and I have been married for almost 15 years. He had a really bad neck and back spasm 2 days ago it was the first time that ever happen as he is very healthy. I dropped everything and stood there by his side. He couldn’t move I called in sick. I’ve never seen him in so much pain it broke my heart but with all that pain he said something he shouldn’t have . Yesterday I herd a song on the radio that we had both herd before.I wrote it down on a text message and send it to him. He had never put any interest in the song as much as he did yesterday it made him cry. It’s in Spanish but I’ll translate it as much as I can it sound aggressive once you translate it but I assure you it sweet when you hear it in Spanish . He came home laid next to me thinking I was sleeping. He brushed my hair with his fingers and gave me a kiss and said I do love you baby. Best feeling ever. ❤️ the song is called confesión I took it upon my self to write it in my own words just so he would understand what I feel. Sex has become more like a we must than a crave. Trust me I love him so much but sometimes a woman needs to hear that she’s appreciated and loved more than on special occasions. Trust me he under stood the message and I just have to love him more.

You look at me, I take you by the hand I ask you to sit next to me on the sofa. I miss every night of madness, the kiss you would give me every morning as we woke up. I love you don’t ever doubt that. But I miss the man that Taught me how to kiss. I need you to tell me that you like me that you love me. I need your hands to caress every single corner of my body and I want you to undress me with kisses and do it every night it won’t matter if I’m sleeping I just want to feel alive. Why can’t we go out for drinks once in a while I just want to get tipsy and for you to undress me. And make love to me like when we were a younger couple. I’m still alive I want to feel that I’m yours. I miss every single pore in your body. A single tear falls from my cheek and nothing seems to stop it.

I whisper in your ear that I love you, but I miss the man that taught me how to kiss. I want you to be the same man you once used to be the one I fell in love with. And I don’t want you think of any other woman. I want you to give your all as you used to when we were a young couple. I want you to love me and kiss me and say that you do when we are making love. I need you to tell me in my face. I want to feel like I’m yours like when we were a young couple because I miss every pore of your body.