They say everyone has a love language: words of affirmation, acts of service, gifts, quality time, or touch. But for one curly-haired girl, the list needed a sixth option: the gentle slap.
Now, don’t get it twisted she wasn’t asking to be in an action movie. What she wanted was that silly, playful tap that says, “I adore you, even when you’re annoying.” To her, a quick slap on the arm during a joke wasn’t violence it was affection wrapped in comedy. The kind of love that comes with laughter, not bruises.
Picture this: she cracks a bad pun, her crush rolls his eyes and gives her a light smack on the shoulder. She beams, like Cupid just landed a direct hit. Forget expensive gifts this girl wanted her love to be felt with a playful thwack and a giggle.
Friends were confused. “Wait, you want him to…slap you?” She’d laugh, toss her curls, and say, “Not like that! Just enough so I know he’s listening… and loving me in my language.”
And maybe she’s onto something. Love doesn’t always look like candlelit dinners. Sometimes it looks like goofy banter, a tap on the arm, and a curly-haired girl who feels cherished in the weirdest, funniest way.
So the moral? Love languages aren’t one-size-fits-all. For some, it’s flowers. For others, it’s memes. And for one curly-haired queen, it’s a gentle slap that says, “You’re mine.”
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