“I Love You”

Three small words, Eight letters, yet all so powerful. Words that everyone loves to hear, wants to hear, needs to hear. We say it to our children, our parents, our siblings, nieces, nephews, aunts and uncles, friends and so on.

You say it when you roll over in the morning next to the one you love, and when you fall asleep together. You say it each time you leave the house to your spouse, children, Significant other, family, pets, whomever you are returning to because you never know when it will be the last time they will hear it from you.

You find yourself saying it just because.. for a reminder, or because you know how great it is to hear it, or how great it feels to say it when you actually love so deeply and so hard.

But, what do you do when you say it and the words don’t come back. You doubt that its a matter of not that they don’t love you, maybe its just that you are used to hearing it in return, or at least hearing it once in the morning or once for the day. Not going over the day and not hearing it at all or not hearing it in return. What If you can’t hear it! Then there’s not just the not being able to hear it, but not being able to say it ever again to those you love , wondering if you missed a simple opportunity to say it.

I may tend to be a bit at fault of maybe saying ‘I love you’ too much, if there is such a thing. Why? I know what it’s like to not be able to say It anymore to someone you wish you could. Wishing you had just one more time. We never know when someone will voluntarily or involuntarily leave your life. And, the only action you have control over is words and actions to prove it.

What I am saying here is never miss an opportunity to say I love you to someone as you never know when it will be the last as I have been there. I have had the last taken from me. I regret it every day wondering if I should have and how I could have had one more chance to say it. This three little words, eight little letters, just to let them know, one last time before they left my life.

Author: Dana Gidner-Kristal

perfectly imperfect

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