A Series of Perfect Moments

I struggle to find the right moment in a series of perfect moments.

I search for the perfect time, when the words will tumble out of my mouth and into your heart.

Every moment spent with you is the right moment, and my anxiety whispers, “I’m sure he knows.”

But what if you don’t know?

What if you don’t know how much I care?

I cradle your head in my lap, smooth your hair and whisper “I love you” as you slip into your sleep.

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