in a hundred words.

I reach for her hand and intertwine my fingers in hers.

Sometimes, I wish I could tell her that she doesn’t need to worry or take things too hard on herself because she’s only human, after all. Sometimes I wish I could tell her that I want to spend forever with her, and I don’t care if she’s laughing or crying or sulking or smiling because that’s who she is, and I can’t imagine loving anyone else.

But as I squeeze her hand and press a light kiss to her forehead, I know that all she needs is a little assurance now and then. And this, I will always give.