I know someone who is on the verge of losing their significant other.
My heart hurts for this person.
Can you imagine? I certainly can’t.
It’s all I can think about and it’s got me thinking about all the things we don’t say in our everyday lives. The things we only seem to share out loud in the most monumental moments in life. At a wedding. Or a funeral.
Why do we silence these words, when they live inside our hearts every single day?
When I found out this news, I immediately called my husband. He couldn’t believe it. How utterly devastating, he said. I agreed. And then changed the subject. Deflected the sadness because it was so deep and so intense and there was so much more I wanted to say to the man I love, who was in the middle of a very busy work day… but I didn’t.
And so I will now.
To my husband: you fill my life with so much happiness. Your belief in me and support of my dreams has instilled me with more confidence in our time together than I’ve ever had in my entire life. You make me laugh. So. Damn. Hard. You’re the first person I want to share good news with. And bad. You’re the one whose advice and opinion I value above all others. You’re the only person I’ve ever trusted with my heart. And I’d trust you with my life. I love you more than I could ever explain… I just hope I get enough time in this world to show you.