I simultaneously love and hate that “I miss you” has become almost synonymous with “I love you” for us. “I miss you” does not give justice to “I love you” and by the end of the day I feel like a broken record, repeating “I miss you” over and over and over again. “I miss you” does not suffice in conveying the feelings that I have for you hence I feel obligated to repeat myself, feebly hoping that maybe if I say it enough it’ll equate to the words that I have been longing to say. I love you.
And everyday holding back those seemingly small but powerful words becomes increasingly difficult because everyday I’m falling more and more in love with you.
There are times when just hearing your voice makes me ache to yell out and say “I love you”, to shout it out to the world proudly, fiercely, frustratedly. But I wait. I wait because I know that you want to wait, that you want to be able to hold me and look into my eyes during that beautiful and precious moment where we finally give voice to what we both already know is there but can’t say because of the hundreds of miles that currently lie between us. I wait because your happiness is my happiness. I wait to say “I love you” because I love you.