the thing about love is
...you cannot just say
"i love you" once and expect it to stay put. you have to say it. and say it. and say it. because though the meaning may not, the words wear away.
so what do you do when the object of your affection
cannot comphrend your words? if you are me.
you panic. and search and rack your brain for a way that you can have those words stay with them forever. i wish i could write it on their heart so that when they grow hopeless or any form of sadness, their heart will
glow with the knowledge of my love.
i become irrational. i think of where i could hide a note he would find when he was mature enough to understand those three simple yet complex words. how could he know i didn't abandon him? how can he know that he is with me always?
it was my love that cradled him for eleven hours, for eight days. my love that hydrated him, helped his fever down, rushed him to the doctor. it was my love that embraced him that first time he was sick. and he will not remember. he will never know.