One thing I know.

I know you love me by the time you touched my nose and asked me if I
wanted to come with you to the hardware store.
You didn't hug me or cuddle me or tell me that there's plenty of fish
in the sea. You didn't tell me about The Master Plan or time heals all
wounds.
You just touched the tip of my nose though it might have been snotty with tears.
And we went to Home Depot. I wanted to hold your hand like how I used
to at funerals. Squeezing so tight.

So you don't have to say it.
I just know.
And thanks.