I would see your eyes glimmer...

I would see your smile,
How can you tell me now that it wasn't real,
when I could see how real it was?

Why did it feel like a punishment to go without speaking to you,
when now it has become the norm?
But it means less now, doesn't it?

How could you scold me for saying "I love you" too much,
when all I am is a mess that needs to be accepted and comforted too?
That alone should've tipped me off.. that it was time to go...

..And that the glimmering stopped in your eyes.

But now, she sees my smile,

She sees how much I care,
and she cares back just the same, maybe even more,
and I can see how real it is,

She hates our time apart,
it is frequent, but it amplifies the time we do have together,
and it means even more,

She reminds me every chance she gets that she loves me,
Because she wants to hear it from me too, and we both need the unnecessary reassurance,
and that's our confirmation that we belong where we are...

...And it amplifies both her smile and mine.