he never told me he loved me,

but he remembered the small things,

and that’s basically the same thing.

he never told me he loved me,

but he shared a seat with me,

and taught me how to drive his boat.

he never told me he loved me,

but he had speak now downloaded on his phone,

so we could listen together.

he never told me he loved me,

but he let me play my music,

even though he didn’t like lana del rey.

he never told me he loved me,

but he knew the songs to skip,

the ones that brought back the worst memories.

he never told me he loved me,

but he always checked in,

making sure i was ok on the darkest days.

he never told me he loved me,

but he always made a little time,

just to talk to me.

he never told me he loved me,

but he always backed me up in arguments,

even when we both knew i was wrong.

he never told me he loved me

but he grabbed things off the top shelf

because he knew i couldn’t reach

he never told me he loved me,

but he brought me hot cocoa on the coldest days,

and brought me ice cream on the hottest.

he never told me he loved me,

but he had my favorite snacks memorized by heart,

and he always knew when i needed them.

he never told me he loved me,

but i knew…

and the worst part is,

i never told him i loved him.