These days ‘I love you’ sounds different.
It hides in the good morning texts with
a sleepy smile and asks me to eat on time.
It holds my hand tightly when
I am nervous and shaking, to
tell me that I am bigger than my fears.
There it lurks behind all those
times when my feelings and thoughts are
understood and acknowledged without judgement.
It remembers the biggest of my worries,
celebrates the smallest of my wins too
and is with me in every prayer offered in my name.
Through all the pain and sadness, it wipes my
tears promptly and lets me know that I am not
alone and that we will go through this together.
It disguises as another three words I
need to hear whenever my spirits are low
and whispers in a firm voice, “you are enough!”
To me that wasn’t so apparent.
So it comes again in the noon and leaves
a reminder to drink some water soon.
It breathes life into the countless promises
made to stand by me no matter what and
daily mentions without fail that I’m not naught.
Then it suddenly takes me into its arms and
like the mighty sun on a chilly winter day, spreads
the kind of warmth that I have always craved for.
It walks next to me, slowly, like my shadow
and says I have to believe in myself more
than anything else, even when there is no hope.
Time and again it surfaces in the form of
honesty and truth, builds trust and confidence
between us and holds our world from falling apart.
It sits in front of me and apologises for everything
done wrong, works on what could have been right
and strives to be better with every passing day.
These days ‘I love you’ sounds different.
Everyday it returns home in the night
and chides me to go to bed early.
It will always be more than just those three
words and from now on, I will pay attention
and show how grateful I am that it exists.
