I used to think that love had to involve sacrifice, because of the role it played in my family while I was growing up. I still remember the slamming doors and the screams, with little me just wanting to escape from it all. I remember thinking, "should I run away?" I never did, but at times I wished I had. I can still recall what it was like for my mom; she would give up almost everything just to be with the person she supposedly "loved." So, I thought that's how it was going to be in life - if you wanted to be with someone, you had to give up everything for them to stay with you. If you didn't, you could forget about them wanting to stay with you. I used to think, "I'm never falling in love!" And, to be honest, I never did. There was no one that I truly loved like that, even if they were crushes.
Your sudden reappearance in my life is surprising and exasperating. We cut ties, and I was left utterly alone, don’t you remember? After you I was alone in the prison of thoughts I had built for myself. It's so easy for you to waltz back in, isn’t it? While I’m still tripping over my clumsy legs. I stare at you while you stare at anything that isn’t me. Maybe it’s easy for you, but it isn’t so easy for me. If I had a choice I’d push you back out To the place you were before you pushed back into my life. It’s hard for me to see you watch her the way you used to watch me. But I can’t help but wonder if this was the way it was supposed to be. Me, watching from the sidelines, waiting, for just one moment for our eyes will meet. But I know that won’t happen because it isn’t how it used to be Between you and me.
Love is not just romantic, or I guess romantic love is not the most important kind of love. Someone can feel completely whole without ever being in a romantic relationship and that's okay, because love is whatever we want it to be.
Love does not always last forever, it can be inconsisent, and fleeting, but no matter how long it is there it is beautiful. We must open our hearts to the possibility of love, but be able to let it go when we must.
I don't know if I will ever find a love that can make me feel whole, and I don't know if that's the point of it either. Maybe we love because we don't know what else to do. We don't have much time on this earth, so we love while we can, and mourn life once we're gone.
All my life, I love you was said, when leaving and when wishing someone well. It was normal, Love you lots and your name at the end of the letter. Love you when saying goodbye for a while. Love you when saying good night.
All my life I have wondered why love you. holds so much power, why do we say we like someone, before we say we love them, that love you is like a rope, that binds you to that person.
So what's the difference between I love you and I like you? How do you know when your feelings
Are closer to love or closer to I like you. How can you tell if you love someone, enough to tie that rope, and listen to the butterflies and sparks.
In my house, the phrase, “I love you,” is said more than anything else.
It is used interchangeably with the words “hello,” “goodbye,” “thanks for dinner,” “I’m gonna wear this sweater all the time,” “let's end this fight,” “let’s end this conversation,” and “hey, anyone there?”
We use it in every single way you can imagine.
We say it dramatically at the kitchen table like we forgot my brother yelled it from the bathroom two hours ago.
It is not a phrase we save for birthdays, messily written cards, college drop offs, or near death experiences.
We use it so much it almost feels like it’s lost its meaning.
Like it’s not so much about the sentiment of appreciating every aspect about someone.
It’s said so many times that it’s just accepted as a part of everyday speech.
Used like some aspiring Southerners use y’all.
But by saying this more we are not hindering its meaning.