The only days I see in color are the days I wake up beside you, I am not sure you knew that.
I worry sometimes that you will never understand how deeply I love you. This fear has been created and maintained by my own selfish need to keep you just far enough away so that it appears you could never hurt me. But you hurt me.
When you get cut I bleed, you probably didn’t know that either. If I could take all the pain you have ever felt, or will ever feel and put that inside me I would. Even though some of that pain is caused by me.
Did you know that you are the only source of happiness I need to survive? We could be trapped in a room with no light and just being able to hear your voice or touch your hand would be enough to sustain me.
If we had only one more second together this is what I would need you to know. This is how I feel, have always felt and will always feel.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Audience of One.”