Just like writing a novel, you show, you don’t tell. You indulge the senses. This is touch/feel.
She is doing something with her hands.
Say, “I love the way your hands look grinding coffee.” Stand behind her and place your hands above her hands, and grind with her. Touch.
She says something profound.
Say, “I love the way your mind thinks.” Run your hand over her ear as if fixing strands of hair. Touch.
Something saddens or upsets her.
Say, absolutely nothing. She doesn’t want you to fix shit. Just hold her. Touch.
She bought a new pair of jeans.
Say, “Damn, your ass looks great in those.” Stand behind her and let her feel your bulge. Kiss her neck with your hands on her hips. Touch.
She bought a new pair of shoes.
Say, “Let me help you with that.” Get on a knee and slip the shoe on. Hold her ankle firm and with care. Finish with, “Lovely.” Touch.
She has a new hairdo.
Say, “That style accentuates your neck. Your cheek bones stands out.” Kiss her on the cheek. Touch.
She tells you she loves you at the end of the day.
Say, “I love this.” and tap ever so slightly on the center of her chest. Touch.
Within the day, you have showed her how much you feel about her without telling her plain old “I love you.” You let her feel how much you love her.
P.S. There is a parenting magazine on her coffee table.
The title says: Thinking of Getting a Baby.
Buy her a puppy. Puppies touch and lick and kiss a lot.