Delirium

I just stayed up until half past Midnight to finish this book called Delirium. Yeah, I have been on a major book-nerd-out. Anyways, I finish. I close the book, and I look around. When I read, I get lost in the book. Hours can pass. Time suddenly caught up to me as I closed the book. My husband and the kids are all asleep --- and here I am, teary eyed. Simply ripped apart by literature. Unless you're a reader, you won't understand. But ... the fact remains. Here I am, alone with this book and my tiny nightlight. It's so quiet. I listen to all the people I love the most breathe so peacefully and beautifully ... and I realize:



I don't say "I love you" as often as I should.

Even to the non-verbal ones in my life. Weird mind-trip this book is. It ends horribly, and here I am walking around all in la-la-land, full of this love. I gotta make more of an effort. Make a mental note. Tell them. Spouse, kids, hobbies ... all of it. I love you. I love this. I love that. Love.

One day, we might not be able to.
Not because we're dead, or they are dead ...
but because it won't exist.

Love.