But that’s the thing. I’ve made sure that I haven’t said it out loud to you. And you haven’t said it to me. And that’s fine and okay and great. I don’t know where you stand on it but I suppose I’ve made a point to myself to not say it.
There’s so much weight to those words. And yet none at all.
It’s just funny because sometimes I think it in my head, I think like I’m saying it to you, and sometimes, it almost slips out, I almost do. But I make sure not to.
I don’t think you’ll say it before I do. But I wonder what your reaction will be when I do. Were you waiting for it? Or were you wishing that I’d never say it?
“Never” seems a bit too brash.