"I Love You"
I daresay, even as I type the letters that form the words that constitute the phrase that means so much...and so very little...the words themselves are being whispered in the ears of countless lovers across the hemispheres and continents, uttered in so many tongues and with such a myriad of inflections that it all seems a cacophany.
“I love you”
Has any three-word combination been as used/misused as this?
I doubt it.
Has any three-word combination been as used/misused as this?
I doubt it.
“I love you” she whispers, but she simply hopes to be loved, without knowing what “love” is...other than feeling that something must, somehow...some way, fill the voids within.
“I love you” he whispers, but what he wants are creature comforts...
a maid, a plaything, a trophy, a scapegoat or nanny.
“I love you” she attests, but it’s the Adjusted Gross Income calculated on line 37 of IRS Form 1040 that she craves.
“I love you” he attests, but what he loves are her tits, mouth and cunt, her gasps and moans, her body, her sex...(and bodies abound).
“I love you” she swears, but she loves just the emotion...not the man, not the challenge nor the reality. Not the dirt, sweat and blood.
“I love you” he swears, forgetting to mention it’s just a transitory “thing,” a conquest, or pleasant diversion. Another notch in the belt.
“I love you” she weeps, fearing the challenge of a life lived alone.
“I love you” he weeps, never having lived without his mother.
“I love you” she intones...“I love you” he responds...
And neither knows what either means or meant.
Three little words and lives are destroyed. Three little words and tears flow long after. Three little words and worlds implode, explode, disintegrate.
Three little words that meaning nothing...or everything.
Just three little words, that we’ve each uttered, muttered, vowed, cooed, whispered, screamed, cried or seemingly forgot.
“I love you” she says. “I love you” he answers. Two souls meet and merge and blaze a trail through turmoil and toil and suffering and sickness and failures and frailties, through broken dreams and...
unimagined delights. “I love you” they whisper in the dead of night, through storms and terrors, at sunrise and sunset. “I love you” they remember, when all else is forgotten, when nothing else matters.
“I love you” means whatever charlatans wish the phrase to mean.
“I love you” only matters when we mean it.
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“I love you” only matters when we mean it.
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posted by Jonas | 6/14/2008 11:22:00 PM
13 Comments:
i have always believed that the words i love you,, are a plea for acceptance.. i really enjoyed this ... such powerful words made devoid of meaning...
I will never proclaim to understand love...nor its many forms...but I do know this...I love you.
Probably the most overused word in the English language, but it holds such power, doesn't it? Kingdoms have crumbled over love.....
Thought-provoking....made me think which one of those "loves" have trapped me....defined me, what I want.
Very beautifully said.
Yes, Ms. Paisley, the phrase may be a plea for acceptance, or protection, or gratification. My post merely scratched the surface. Thank you for kind comments.
Ah, Sunny...we've come to know, all too well, the larcenies of love. May we come to learn the truths!
Yes, Selma, kingdoms have crumbled in the name of love...so have individuals...
Thank you, Brenda. I, too, have spent time thinking of the truths and lies of love...I've experienced both.
The most commonly uttered line in the universe, methinks.
"The most commonly uttered line in the universe, methinks."
You may be right, Ms. TWPoet. Then, again, I do believe "What's for dinner?" remains a strong contender...
The Ad Wizards on Madison Avenue killed the L word decades ago...
along with Sale, Special Event, Limited Time Offer, and Factory Clearance.
They try to 'brand' everything and every word in the dictionary. Where will it ever end? You can't own a word!
The English language is a hybrid whore that steals and uses any word that she feels like and makes it an English word...
one day in the near future, every word will be an English word.
We casually throw the L word around when we are young..we love pizza, the colour blue, our first girl/boyfriend, football, whatever..
but when we reach a certain age or point in our lives we severely restrict the L Bomb.
ie;
I love to hear my children laugh.
Even thought the words are overused and most times not very sincere..I still get a tingle when I hear them AND when they are acted out~~~
Ah yes, Ms. Cheese. When the acts are loving, the words then taste so very sweet. If the actions belie the words, we sup on bitter gall.
Hi, Jonas :)
This reminded me of one of my favorite songs (Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol), which says,
"Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough"
For me it's been true that adding actions to those words is what makes them really believeable - from both the receiving and the giving end...
Hello, Grace. It's nice to "see" you again.
Snow Patrol is a favorite band of mine, too. And, yes, the words and actions must be interwined lest they lose all meaning.
Jonas, yep those three words could mean a lot, but sometimes after a union grows old they begin to be a coverup. And when you hear them you get a litle upset
Hope all is well with you. Frank
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