elaborate: to disclose, bit by bit.

You and I - we struggle with different things. We let different trains of thought squiggle through our minds, little steps of anxiety apprehensive of different events and different failures. But I still love you, and I see more and more of your soul whenever you make small displays of it without knowing. And some of those times I see what I didn't expect and it reminds me that we both encompass a wavelength, a tidal volume, a line from here to there and back, with everything in between as a possibility. And, circumspectly, I love you a little more.