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I love you…

It’s sweet that you want to say “I love you” and I’d like to say it back.  But is it love?  Or are we just saying it?  I don’t want to be one of those stupid couples that everyone hates because they say “I love you” after two days of dating.  People throw around the word “love” like they do with everyday words.  It’s lost that special connotation that was always associated with it.  I’m pretty sure “food” even has a stronger meaning than “love” nowadays.  I don’t want that with you.  I want love to be something special with you, and that’s why I don’t want to use it all the time, but when the time comes that I do say it, it’s going to be extra special because we’re not taking it for granted.  And I don’t even know what love is, so how can I tell you I love you?  I know for a fact that I have strong, positive, butterfly-in-my-stomach feelings for you, and that I would be devastated if you ever left my life, but I do not understand love.  So please don’t throw it around like it’s a piece of trash.  Do you even fully understand love?  Does anyone?

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