Life moves fast.
It’s Monday, then you blink and it’s the weekend again.
Weekends are over in an instant.
Weeks fly by.
Months blur into months,
Years into new years.
You wonder where the time went.
How you got to this point.
You want time to slow down.
Along the way, in moments, you spend time with people
Some of them not as often as you’d like.
People that are always there in your phone to message or ring.
People you have a good time with.
People you can rely on when the shit hits the fan.
People who will sit with you when you just can’t find the words.
People who make you laugh ‘til your belly hurts.
People who make you feel good about yourself.
They accept you for who you are, just you.
People who let themselves in your house and put the kettle on for you.
They don’t care if you’re still in your PJs or your hair is being held together with dry shampoo.
Family, tied by blood.
Friends that have turned into family.
All of them you have chosen to let be a part of your life.
You have chosen to surround yourself with because of who they are.
There are no conditions to their friendship.
They want nothing in return but your company.
They don’t expect anything from you.
You care for these people.
You want them to be happy, you want their lives to be good.
You celebrate their victories and comfort their losses.
You love them.
Truly love them
Love having them around
Love them being in your life.
But do you tell them?
I know I don’t.
I tell Chris I love him, I tell the kids I love them, all the time.
I don’t really tell my parents or my sister, or my grandparents or my aunts
I definitely don’t tell my friends.
I just expect them to know.
That I love them.
Expect them to understand how much I need them in my life.
Expect them to know how blessed I am to have them.
How much I appreciate them being around.
How I’m glad that at some point our paths crossed and our lives collided.
And we got stuck with each other.
Some will say you don’t need to tell people, need to say the words I love you.
That people should know by your behaviour.
In a way that’s how I’ve lived my life, hoping that people know.
Expecting them to know how I feel.
Hoping I’ve made them feel like they make me.
But from now on I’m not going to take the risk.
I will be saying I love you more.
To those people who I love.
Not to devalue those words, not to bandy them around willy nilly.
But because I really, really mean them.
You might already be doing this, but if you’re not, you should to.
If you love someone, tell them right now.
Because life is fragile and if you wait, one day it might be too late.
I want those people who keep me going.
That will hold my hands in the darkness.
That bring me into the light.
That make my life a better place.
Just by being them.
To know, without question.
I love them.