I Could've Told Her || Marliza

I Could've Told Her That I Loved Her

There were signs of trouble in her eyes the moment I met her. I could tell from the very beginning.

I should've said I loved her.

Should've, could've would've, but I didn't. All of the things that I could have done, and I never told her I loved her.

When she asked me out in front of the rushing waterfall, the sounds of nature chirping around us, I could've told her that I loved her.

When she sat with me for hours, holding me as I sobbed, I could've told her that I loved her, but all I said was thank you. Just a simple little thank you.

When we went on romantic dates, I could've told her that I loved her. We sat in that fancy restaurant- filled with velvet and expensive food- and I never told her.

When we watched movies late at night, the blue light preventing us from falling asleep, I could've told her that I loved her.

When I said yes, she told me she loved me. I didn't say it back.

When we were dressed in white, I could've told her that I loved her. I said I do, but that was all.

When I held her hand as she screamed in pain, I could've told her I loved her. When we held our child together. When we took him home.

Out of all the times that I could've told her that I loved her, I chose not to.

I didn't choose to until it was too late.

When I found her hanging from a rope in our bedroom, the life sucked out of her, I could've told her that I loved her.

So I did.

It's been twenty years, and it still haunts me to this day.

Maybe if I told her that I loved her earlier, she'd still be here, lying next to me.