You float like a feather in a beautiful world.

I say I love you but do you know what it Means?

We are not word sayers or sloppy kissers. We are not shiny and prefer the space just outside of the spotlight. We keep the shadows to ourselves. We understand supporting roles and keep a quiet flame burning.

We contemplate and second guess. We are capable dreamers and the big world doesn't celebrate us but our little one does.

I am consumed with thoughts of you because it's your turn. Tough or soft? Tender or determined? With integrity, how can I walk the fine line to see you through?

Your instincts are good. You're never second best.

These are ways I love you.

In case you're counting.