Three little words. I’ve always been very free with these three little words. I said I love you to every guy I ever dated and I say I love you to my husband a few times a day—and I want to hear I love you a few times every day. I say I love you to my kids every day, at the conclusion of every phone call, and before I go to bed. It is the last phrase on my lips as I fall asleep.
I’m very big on I love you. I always have been and I’m only getting more so as I get older, now that I’ve lost people that I’ve loved. I wish I’d told them I loved them more often, not less.
Now, there are some people (and I’ve dated a few) who don’t use the phrase much. For some people, the phrase I love you is so special and so important that it must be doled out with precision and deliberation, otherwise it becomes rumpled and meaningless. I’m guessing about that. I have no experience with this perspective so I’m projecting.
I don’t understand this position. To say I love you is the most wonderful thing to say and the most wonderful thing to hear. Saying it often doesn’t make it less valuable or important or real. Does it?
Are you an I love you kind of girl or do you hold your I love you in reserve, for that special moment?