I wonder if he knows that I drive fast on the highway singing at the full volume to songs new and old. The songs I sing boldly proclaim my feelings for him.
I wonder if he knows that I mostly only write in my journals when I am angry. The words he would find scattered around do not tell the story of my love.
I wonder if he knows that I both love and fear the passing years. A graying beard and laugh lines suits him well.
Inspired by my love and the daily prompt: wonder.