I love you. There, I said it. I Love you.
We don’t say it enough. Reminded of a former paramour (NOT illicit) ended his very first call to me with “I Love You.”
It wasn’t two seconds, he called back with a bon mot ending his call “See you later, Buddy.”
He was probably dumbstruck by what he’d said previously. Heaven forbid I’d believe him.
It was all funny to me. Did I think he was IN LOVE with me? Of course not. It was a sentiment he felt in the moment after a great conversation. His fear was real. Heaven forbid might “LIKE” him or worse “LOVE” him. It’s sad to me so many feel this way about the words “I love you”.
If we weren’t so afraid of what might happen, what WOULD happen? What COULD happen? Well, for starters we might diminish the hate mongering we see so much these days. It’s really exhausting, to read about so much hate. Can’t imagine what it’s like for the haters, how does one’s heart hold that much hate?
Safely, I can say to you I do not hate anyone. Life is too short. Don’t hate those who lie to me – and believe me when I tell you I’ve had a little too much of that lately.
One should never mistake our kindness, my kindness for stupidity.
IF we hate anyone, anyone at all, we are among the haters. That’s where I never want to find myself, how about you?
Let’s have great conversations and tell each other “I love you” before we hang up. Isn’t this a lovely thought? It is to me.