I understand far to well
that you can’t measure romance
by an amount of texts
Just this saturday
I found myself smiling
Widely at my screen
And I felt quite stupid
For valuing just this sentence
‘How are you darling?’
But It wasn’t the text
It was the thought
That he would care
And take the effort
To know that I’m still okay
And quite the conformation
That he still loved me
He still cared
And he was still there
After all these months
& counting
The overthinking 