274. I Love You, Too

I’ll often sit here, sometimes for hours,

wondering what the next words will be.

Maybe I’ll write one word, then erase two.

Or maybe I’ll write two, then erase three,

until there are no more words left to count,

all except the words, “I love you.”

I’ll look at you look at me, and you’re happy.

It warms my heart to see you that way.

And that’s how it always should be.

Even if we have our not so good days,

we will still have each other,

and the words, “Forever and always.”

And even if the world ends tomorrow,

we will find a way through the pain.

We’ll fight through the sadness and sorrow,

and make our way through the rain.

Eventually things will get better,

and then I can say, “We’ll be okay.”

Sometimes I’ll sit here and wait

for you to say what’s on your mind.

And sometimes I just don’t know what to say,

except for the fact that I love you.

But that’s okay, you know, to say nothing,

because nothing is still something.

And you don’t have to say anything

for me to tell that you love me,

I can see it in your eyes, when you blink.

It’s in each word that you breathe.

I can see it in the way you smile,

and all the while, I’ll be thinking,

 “I love you, too.”