Steven was not the kind of guy who would get mushy with words. I knew this when I married him, but never stopped wanting him to 'go beyond' I love you. Why do you love me? When did you know? What are my strong attributes and why would you miss me if I were gone?
After someone dies, it's easy to talk yourself into believing anything because they are not there to correct you. So, I reflect on all the gifts I put so much thought into and how he never once gushed over even one of them. And he probably never really loved me because he never told me why.
Then I find a note that I never saw before. What is up with that? God is so good. God gives me what I need, when I need it and not a minute before. It's like finding the note from Steven on the iPad after I accidentally deleted all my notes.
The words are: I love you with every fiber of my being and every ounce of heart, self and soul.
I hold on to the words, even though the man who spoke them is gone.