I keep going back to the first time you told me you loved me.
It was just after a major blow up between the two of us, in fact my mind was still reeling from the stress of our fight, and you chose that exact moment to say I love you.
It wasn’t before we had fixed everything, it was after.
There wasn’t a push for you to say it and I’d never expected it out of you.
I guess that’s why I always find myself calling you home.
You don’t tell me you love me because you should or because it’s the right thing to do -
You don’t say it at the right moments or fill our silence with it,
The only time it ever graces your lips is when you feel like you can’t hold it in and it just happens to bubble its way out.
That’s why I believe you above everyone else.
That reason right there is why I have never once doubted that you love me,
and I hope so badly you never doubt that I love you so.