ICR, Pt. 2 (I love you still isn’t a big enough phrase..)

January 2025:

When I think about you now, I think about your unwavering dedication to our love—the certainty that you have about me and about this.

I think about the way you held me in my deepest sorrow—the way you held us, the way you kept us from falling apart.

When I think about you now, I think about your face, and how it changes with your emotions. 

Your eyes when they are hopeful. 

Your jaw when you are stressed. 

Your smile, when it is real. 

And your smile, when you are exercising patience and kindness and love. 

(BTW, you do not have a good poker face). 

And I think about your hands—how they move when you are pondering something, or when you experience regret and despair. 

I actually can’t stop thinking about your hands and how perfect they are, most especially when your fingers are tightly wound around mine. 

When I think about you now, I think about your mind—the way it works, and how you keep yourself busy. 

I think about how we are so frequently on the same page, sharing the same wavelength. And I wonder how two vastly different people could be so familiar, so perfectly fitting and wonderful.

When I think about you now, I think about how I loved you before, how I love you now, and how infinite I feel our love can grow.

I think about how we can get through anything and how there is not a luckier person than me, alive on this planet.

I love you still isn’t a big enough phrase for what I feel for you. And man, am I never letting go. 

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