I love you.
I miss you.
Please come home.
I cannot possibly begin to count the number of times I have said those words since June 13, 2013.
Aloud. Alone. In my head. On my knees. On my floor. In my car. In my yard. In my garage. In church. At the market. At the beach. On the ferry. At my cousins’. At my friends’. At my desk. At a hotel. In the parking lot. In the store. In the bathroom. On our bed . . .
In my heart.
That’s a really long time ago, isn’t it?
You know what’s the kicker?
You haven’t thought about it once.