How I Know You Love Me

And how you know I love you

Years ago we crossed paths. And then crossed them again. And again. The Universe and Her Angels gently nudging us to the same conclusion.

I remember the day you announced to me that we had a relationship. Apparently, your son had informed you. Lucky for us he is wisdom personified or else we might never have known. I pondered this information for a moment or two before I realized you (and your son) were correct. That was the beginning. The enlightened moment. After that — a lot more about Us made sense.

You were the one I texted late one night when I was sitting in the ER with chest pain. You answered immediately and commanded me Not To Die. And then you stayed with me — a life-line of texts — well into wee small hours — until the pain was gone and I was safely admitted. That’s how I know you love me. And how you know I love you.

When I want an adventure — all I have to do is ponder it in your presence. Suddenly, we are forming plans, making reservations. You’re picking me up at airports and we’re sitting oceanside with really great beer or exploring the land of witches and pirates. With really great beer. You are my favorite traveling companion with a never-ending bucket list. That’s how I know you love me. And how you know I love you.

You rode over 700 miles — each way — on your motorcycle. TWICE. Just to go to a couple of concerts with me. Lately, you arrive in your van. But I still clear my calendar when I know you’re heading my way. That’s how I know you love me. And how you know I love you.

We sit together — in comfortable silence. Or we talk deep into the night. We listen and we learn from each other. All. The. Things. Real and Magik. That’s how I know you love me. And how you know I love you.

We stopped telling each other “I love you”. They are only mere words and cannot hold the timbre of our relationship. Of who we are to each other. We are More. That’s how I know you love me. And how you know I love you.

Walking together — side by side — your arm holding me close, protectively, sharing your warmth. Sitting together — side by side — my arm holding you close, protectively, sharing my warmth. Each Human Valium for the other; peace flows between us whenever we touch. That’s how I know you love me. And how you know I love you.

I hold your hand — and you hold mine back. Fingers entwined. Loosely connected. But neither letting go. That’s how I know you love me. And how you know I love you.

No vows bind us together. No cages hold our hearts. No fences contain us. Trust — like a flowing river — carries us along on adventure after adventure. That’s how I know you love me. And how you know I love you.

Our time together is measured by days or weeks. We let each other go — with grace and gratitude — again and again. Thankful for a fellow traveler. That’s how I know you love me. And how you know I love you.

We’re not kids. Far from it. We are Humans who have lived, loved, and lost in the decades we gently laid in our past. We didn’t so much meet as recognize each other. Soul to soul. “Him” — a small voice whispered into my ear with a smile. “Her” — the same mischievous imp repeated to you. You are My Best Friend. I am Your Best Friend.

And that more than anything else is how I know you love me. And how you know I love you.

Namaste.

“He is The One, you know? He loves you a lot. He is your last relationship.” — Tarot Card Reader, Salem

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