Love Letter No. 2: These Words Are My Own
My love,
It’s sort of funny, isn’t it? The way we say “I love you” like we’re the ones who thought up the words, like we’re the only ones who will ever truly understand what it means.
It’s sort of odd, isn’t it? You’re not the first person I’ve said the words to, certainly not the only person I tell the words to. And yet, when we share the sentiment, it feels like we are the only people in the world who can comprehend what is truly being said.
It’s sort of strange, isn’t it? The way we murmur the words so no one else can hear, so that we don’t have to share the moment with anyone who might be listening. Maybe we are just selfish, keeping such a beautiful thing to ourselves. It is as if we’ve discovered the cure to AIDS and we’re keeping it to ourselves, so that only we two can bask in its glory. Or maybe we don’t want anyone else to hear because we think they will not cannot understand. How could they when the meaning changes every time we speak the words? My love for you grows with each passing heartbeat, and will continue to grow infinitely until the very moment my heart stops beating. We hide the cure from others because we are under the impression that there is no change anyone else could puzzle it out.
I love you.
Sincerely,
Your love
It’s sort of funny, isn’t it? The way we say “I love you” like we’re the ones who thought up the words, like we’re the only ones who will ever truly understand what it means.
It’s sort of odd, isn’t it? You’re not the first person I’ve said the words to, certainly not the only person I tell the words to. And yet, when we share the sentiment, it feels like we are the only people in the world who can comprehend what is truly being said.
It’s sort of strange, isn’t it? The way we murmur the words so no one else can hear, so that we don’t have to share the moment with anyone who might be listening. Maybe we are just selfish, keeping such a beautiful thing to ourselves. It is as if we’ve discovered the cure to AIDS and we’re keeping it to ourselves, so that only we two can bask in its glory. Or maybe we don’t want anyone else to hear because we think they will not cannot understand. How could they when the meaning changes every time we speak the words? My love for you grows with each passing heartbeat, and will continue to grow infinitely until the very moment my heart stops beating. We hide the cure from others because we are under the impression that there is no change anyone else could puzzle it out.
I love you.
Sincerely,
Your love