I love you in ways you can not imagine. I know this- because I have run with your imagination. I have held your hand and told you not to look and when you didn't peek- you didn't see how far I had gotten without you.
But, I have loved you. Love you. Kept on loving you. From distances and corners and anywhere you never thought to look. There I was.
You just have no imagination.
So follow me, imagine this.
I am sitting with you at a park reading "my little prince" and noticing you haven't shaved. I am racing downhill on a scooter and you are right behind me- so close, we seem to be falling together. But then I'm flat on my back and your not. Your face is so close, your scent covers me. I close my eyes, and you are there.
I am sitting on a hospital bed and you are holding our first child. Your eyes are closed and I'm seeing for you. Your singing and I know how much you will love our children. I see her mouth, her eyes, her chin- she looks so much like me. But, she is made perfect only with you.
Imagine I am playing with your hair and you tell me I have the perfect touch.
And I touch and take.
Little bits of your heart, all your time, most of your effort and your precious sleep.
But,
Just imagine,
You could see where we end up.
Where love goes to grow.
Where our children will one day sit.
And I, I always knew I had it all...
Love.
"Imagine," Our daughters would say, "She loved him that much."
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