There is this predominating thought circulating in certain circles, particularly in the teen years, that the phrase “I love you” is something that should not be uttered lightly. That the phrase is sacred and has become altogether too commonplace. This is a lie I tell you. Yes, saying I love you and not meaning it is a travesty, you should never lie to someone in this way. But why let the world define for you who you should love and when. There are many different types of love, all just as valid as the last. So share your love because being told that you are loved never feels bad! (In this I am excluding all of the situations involving creepy people and bad people.)
I grew up in a home where “I love you” wasn’t said. I never knew that my mom even cared about me, I often wondered if her life would have been better without me. I, in turn, never said it to my friends or family. I kept this phrase to myself, not knowing how others would react or if they would even want me to love them. After a lot of trial and error and many years of personal growth, I am proud to say that I now say it to many people, expanding my loved ones as often as possible.
The last puff that was added to my personal bubble of love lessons was when I was purchasing my new car. We were referred to a very nice man from someone at our bank. This man turned out to be one of the most amazing people I have ever met. He was kind and caring, took a special interest in me and my husband. And yes, I can hear your skepticism, and of course he was making money off of the car sale, that’s the way it works. But I pride myself on not being gullible and not being easy to take advantage of. This man helped us find the car we wanted, and let me take it off the lot before I was approved for financing because my car was a death trap. Then after two weeks of hassle and a lot of stress, the financing came though and he asked that we come back to visit him when we could. I thought so highly of our experience with him that I took my friend there who was looking for something under $5,000. “From a dealer?!” Yes, I knew the possibilities were going to be slim but by luck they had a recent trade in that fell within the budget. After that was taken care of he told us that he loved us and hugged us both. There is no way that he made a large sum of money off of that resale. And I found out later that he put $400 dollars of his own money into that car for my friend.
I would not say that my love for him is the same as my love for my husband but that’s the beauty of love: it comes in all varieties. He is a very kind and genuine man and I do love him. I love him in the way you love someone that is there for you when you need help, the way you love a friend. I, also, love all of you. It takes a bit of courage to put oneself out into the world, there is a lot of judgment that can befall one’s creative works. But I find it worth it if even one person is helped or inspired by my words. It is you who encourage me to continue writing and I love you!
So your assignment this time is to find someone that you have love for, but have never told them, and tell them. They may not know exactly what to say to you but that’s on them not you. Love shouldn’t be horded and hidden away, it should be shared and spread. This world will only get better the more we unite in love.