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How do I tell you I love you? This was written "after the
honeymoon was over". I guess I was starting to get comfortable with the idea that I was in love. Life was great, at least
I thought. My rude awakening came when I was asked why I wasn't paying her as much attention. There are no words to describe
my feelings when I realized she was right. I didn't love her any less, I didn't think about her any less, and I never meant
to NOT pay her every bit of attention she deserved, but she was right, I was slacking. That's what I was thinking about at
work that night on 3rd shift. Most of this was worked out in my head while watching the steel bars running under my catwalk.
100+ degree heat, wearing a t-shirt under a long sleeve flannel shirt, thinking about her home in bed sleeping, and out comes
this. I've always thought this to be one of my best, probably because it's so unlike most of my other stuff. It's N'Sync boy-band
writing, not my style at all. The meaning should be clear, I'm in love, I'm happy, and I've got exactly what I want out of
life. That was the first time I thought about what it would be like if I lost her and it scared the hell out of me. We got
past this bump in the road and I got another two months of happiness. It's said that time heals all wounds and some people
believe that. I'm not one of them.
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