How do I say it like it is?

I don't understand it.  Really.  Why sometimes I miss the chance to tell you that, 
I Love You?
"Love is so short, forgetting is so long" - Pablo Neruda
The devil is in the details, I suppose as the cliché goes.  
It's the little things, minute - the inconsequential acts that take place without anyone really noticing that something major has been done, because it isn't anything out of the ordinary. Nothing grand or bold but certainly done - out of love, with nothing expected in return.
With the headlines screaming of disaster, death and mayhem, both natural the ones caused by my fellow human beings, I sit in silence, sending thoughts - of love, remembrance - and a wish that you are safe & well.
And I trust, that this will be enough for now, because - for the moment this is all that's possible.
You are in my thoughts, and though you may never really hear me say it - I think you know the import and weight of all that I have never said.