It’s strange that after many years of predicting his next move and hearing those three words time and time again, that I’m caught off guard. But I realize, upsettingly, that it’s been at least a few months since either of us have said I love you intentionally. We say it every day in routine. When we hang up a call, in the morning as Caleb leaves for work, and before we fall asleep—or, more accurately, before we roll onto our sides in bed to scroll on our phones.
