More deeply than verbally pronouncing it and kinder than showing it. I’m talking about, how do you tell the person that keeps you up at night, gives you butterflies, and listens to all your pointless idea. When you look in their eyes you can tell they want to say it too, but that’s the curse of passive-aggressive-shyness.
I’d spell it out in alphabet cereal if I was brave enough. Time only confirms my skeptic. But, here I am, shocked and more silent than a winter night after snow fall.
A year has come and gone. I’ll just wait for the next..