I don't want to gush, but I'm about to.

I know I don't show you how much I love you. I'm a little shy still.

I'm pretty sure you can tell anyways.

I can't think of any other reason I could spend hours doing nothing more than tracing the contours of your face. Or how I could catch myself so often just looking at you and looking and looking until reality returns, and I'm pleased to notice you're still there. I'm not sure how else I could stand by you so resolutely, silently but resiliently, when the world doesn't understand. It's a big thing for someone as insecure as I, but I couldn't contemplate any alternative.

I'll be here who knows how long or short a period of time, but while I'm here, I will be here. I might be a little quiet, seem a little cold at times, but I want you to know (and I think you do) that I love you.

I mean it this time. You can see the warmth inside.