Through no fault of your own,
I have found it harder to say “I love you” recently.
But my dear, tender friend.
I hope you felt it:
When I avoided potholes so you could sleep in my passenger seat.
When I hugged you deeply three times to crack your spine in the way that you like.
When I made you a frozen pizza after work and put on a DVD you loved.
When we sat in silence, side by side, in the sand.
I witness your sweetness this past week, and I’m proud like a parent:
Celebrating a stranger’s birthday on the dancefloor.
Doing a gas station photoshoot at 1 AM.
Offering small distractions for big worried minds.
Giving a canvas for new lovers to paint.
It is easy to see you!
And so hard to see you hurt…
Please call me when you get home,
I love you.
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