I love you

Three words, 8 letters.

For centuries, society has given so much meaning to those three words, with every syllable a symbol of strong emotion and desire. In the past, people placed emphasis on the 'L' word, it only being uttered or reciprocated when actually felt.

But, what about today? These days, I feel we have lost the true meaning of saying "I love you". With slang such as ily, as well as movies and television depicting the perfect love lives, our minds have come to think of the proclamation as the norm or what is expected, rather than something that should be cherished and held on to. I know in my case, boys tend to use the saying as a pickup line, relying on my hopelessly romantic mind to cave into their cheesy ways.

Indeed, our society has become preoccupied with the notion of 'I love you", rather than the meaning.

So when you throw at me those three words, randomly and suddenly, don't expect a return. You cannot force me to say those three words, as to me, they symbolise giving away my heart, something I will not fling away after the first conversation.

I am well-aware those three words will one day break me, will leave me shattered beyond belief, until I become strong enough to utter them again. Yet, I am ready and willing to say those words if they are true, if I whole-heartedly feel them in the core of my bones. I will not waste them on those who do not care, those who do not understand their meaning.

To me, these words are precious, locked up inside my heart, waiting for someone to unlock them.

So whilst we all continue to tear-down the historical declarations that mean most, pause and take time to understand what those words really mean, and whether you really feel them.

O x

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