I Love You And I Mean It
I take “I love you” for granted.
I say it without any thought at the end of a phone call.
And then I hear it without any thought at the end of a phone call.
Uh huh. Bye. Thanks. See ya tomorrow. I love you. I love you too.
Yesterday and the day before that…. I heard I love you a lot.
But they were not like the others. Not the taken-for-granted-lip-service-I-love-yous.
These were the real deal.
The I mean it kind of I love yous.
And I heard the words in a different way.
They washed over my eardrums like warm honey. My eyes stung and my throat tightened and burned and I was overwhelmed and thought I might explode but I didn’t because my tears put out the fire.
And then they reached my heart and there they found their place.
And I said it back.
And I meant it.