our anniversary....

.......is a marked time to reflect
upon a journey we have traveled together, waypoints charted along a romantic voyage of two people sharing the same experience.

An opportunity given to reflect upon memories of great times and poor times in richness and sacrifice; and to measure the distance between our hearts'
convergence.

An event to commemorate that that has been, and looking forward to that which will be new: but most importantly, it offers another opportunity to say,
"I love you, babe."

I love you, babe.

Said after almost all of my phone conversations. If I don't say it, something is wrong. Said when I leave, be it the house, the county, the state, the room. Even if all I'm doing is screaming it at the top of my heart's lungs, so shrill, only dogs and bats can hear it. I love you easily, so I'm never beaten up for it, this isn't going to change. I know what my capacity to love is. I have no limitations. In fact, it's hard for me not to love you, particularly, when I shouldn't. When it will only hurt me in the end. When you can't see how far I will go out of my way to let you know I love you.

But occasionally, the times I am really saying 'I love you', is when I just say nothing at all...