It was Valentine’s Day 2005 that I first told the love of my life exactly that, “I love you.” We’d been dating for about two years at that point, and little did I know of the coming engagement and beautiful wedding that would take place on December 31, 2005. Sometimes it’s hard to believe more than six years have passed since that memorable day, full of countless memories that I will cherish as long as God allows me breath.
Time has taken its toll, as time will, and dulled what used to be a passionate and hopeless romantic. He’s still there, but only comes out in the solitude of a dim light accompanied by the soft and melancholy tune. Tonight is such a night.
The power of human memory is such a blessing, if given the chance to breathe. We were coming back from Harding University headed for Nashville, TN along the route that had become so familiar. Staring out the window of a champagne colored Toyota Camry holding hands with an angel. I’d been contemplating this trip for a while now, and even prepared a poem for the occasion as I so often used to do. As it happened, this was the third poem I’d given and as we all know, the third time’s most often the charm. With trembling hands I extended my heart on paper, waiting for the reaction I’d dreamt of and hoped would become reality. Two soft brown eyes looked up from the page and responded, “I love you too.”
I miss you at least once every day,
And think of the words I long to say.
To see you smile and hear your voice,
To hold you through my life of noise.
What words can describe my feelings for us two,
Only the coveted, sacred, “I love you.”
These selfish fears hide behind this confident face,
Melted away by your warm embrace.
I don’t know where to walk or the direction of my way,
But I know I miss you at least once every day.