I try to tell Atlas as much as possible how much he means to me. That I love him, and I treasure every year we’ve spent together. He doesn’t tell me he loves me back, but I don’t need him to. I hear the words in the way he supports my career, even though it means late nights and extensive periods apart. I feel the words in the quiet, accepting way he treats me. He never pushes, or asks for more than I can give. He is, in all ways, the perfect partner. I do not need to hear I love you to know it is true.
