community

I have a friend who shows his love by giving me things: a magazine, a newspaper clipping, something he printed off the internet.  It's so sweet.  Maybe I should think of something to give him, if that's his love language. 

Today I interviewed a friend.  The wife of the friend who gives me things.  She is our community's matriarch, and I love her.  It was our third and final interview. 

My love language is words.