More than words

I just felt that tonight will be the best time to write something. Or I will forget all the minor and major things I want to say.

For the first time in my life, I have been touched deep down in my heart. Thank you. All the things you do for me, I will never forget. And thank you, for never letting go of my hand down the toughest road so far.

I love you. It is small and may look meaningless, but all I feel is definitely more than these three words.

You have been patient, been concerned, been worried. And you are still at it. Constantly trying to catch me before I fall. Always trying to be the first person to get to me. I am so afraid that, one day, you will be so weary, you will stop trying. I figured, then it shall be when I start to worry about you leaving me. But, that is too late. I do not want to lose you then and harbor regrets.

I never want to have any regrets with or concerning you.

With each step I take,
I remember,
Where I belong. Where I am from.
With each move I make,
I remember,
What will I do. If I were you.
Then I will recall,
With each smile you fake,
When you are hurt.
And that big or small,
Lies are lies.

Sven.