Honey

If I had the strength I could have told you. If I had ever gained the courage. But now I must rely on the thoughts in my head, tricking myself into thinking I did. If I had known how it all worked out, I would have said this a long time ago. So, honey, I love you. And I love you with all my heart. I love the way your laugh is infectious, even as you struggle to keep it hidden. I love the way your hair lays when you wake up and haven't gotten the chance to look in a mirror. I love the way you talk, when it's two a.m. and we have both forgotten the outside; when we feel like we've been talking for hours, and long for a few more. I love you, and I'm sorry I never told you.