I have run out of ways to say I love you.
It happened yesterday.
My feelings have not changed.
My words have not changed.
But having been told—
a thousand times—
in a thousand subtly different ways—
have they lost their power?
Yesterday morning you woke—
stretched—
and smiled—
and I had no way to tell you
just how much your waking meant to me.
I have run out of ways.