When will it be my turn?

“I love you”
The words sound like honey from her lips
“I love you more”
I say as I grab her hips
I pull her closer into my chest
I’m trying so hard to do this right
I have so much to learn
And so much to do
But my number one priority will always be you
I can’t feel your love anymore
Is it you or is it me?
What can I do to help?
I let out a yelp
I watch as her dark brown eyes stare into my swollen soul
“What’s wrong?”
Do I dare tell her what IS wrong?
“Is it something I said?”
Don’t blame yourself darling.
“I love you,” I whisper as I push her head into my chest and pull her closer
She sits there, motionless, for what feels like an eternity.
Slowly I can feel my shirt getting damp.
I cup her face.
“My love, what’s wrong?” I say with concern in my eyes
“I feel like I’m not enough for you” her soft voice trembles.
I love you dearest, but when will it be my turn?
All I want is for you to care
I know you do, it just never seems to be there
“I’ve missed you so much”
What do you mean by that
Do you mean you’ve missed holding me too?
Or do you mean you’ve missed me loving you.
When will it be my turn?
It feels like I’m always the one to love
But sometimes that’s not enough
I need your love back
“I’ve missed you too sweetheart”
I tighten my arms around her
Her arms go limp
Hug me back.
Love me back.
I want it to be my turn.
Please?