Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.

Affection kept carefully small is a strange thing to do with it. Where it exists at all, hedging it, rationing the expression, waiting for the other person to speak first, wastes the one part you have any control over. Whether it is there is not up to you. Whether it is visible is entirely up to you.

Somebody in your life does not know how much they matter, mostly because you assume it must be obvious. It is not obvious. Say the whole of it this week, in plain words, without trimming it down to something manageable.