Tanner stopped telling me he loved me.
It happened a few years ago.
Suddenly, it wasn’t cool. And if you know Tanner, he is the epitome of cool.
One time I flashed the sign for “I love you” and he said:
“No. Not cool. Rock on! Cool!”
“Rock on” became our new “I love you.”
So it became our thing.
I would flash the “I love you” sign and say “I love you, Tan-man!” and he would give me a “What chu talkin’ about Willis”-face as I clearly knew better… and then he would wait.
I would flip my hand around, exchange my “I love you” sign for his “Rock on!” sign, tell him to “Rock on!” and he would grin and return it.
Rock on, my baby, my joy, my light.
Rock on! 
