. . . with the title of their biggest hit
It hurt when you told me that you'd wished, the previous evening, that I would die in my sleep.
It hurt when you told me, yesterday, that you were ready to walk out.
It hurts when you won't say that you love me, too.
If I left those three statements by themselves, anyone who didn't know you would conclude that you don't love me, that it's just a matter of (not much) time before I have to figure out how to live without you, that I would be well served to start circling the wagons. But I know the circumstances, the frustration you're feeling, because I'm with you in the midst of them. I see how the people you're reaching out to are those who love us, who will encourage and help you to tend us, too.
I love you, and I still trust you, trust in your love for me and in God's love for me through you.
So I've stopped saying it so often, only because I don't want it to be a pressure on you or a reflex for you to just respond to, not because it is any less true.
While they may have had the title right, they reached the wrong conclusion in the end.
My heart is still in your hands.
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