I’ve always had trouble saying I love you.
It was a thing with girlfriends: me not being able to say it.
I don’t think I’m alone in this.
We can write it down well, we send shiny red hearts over the Internet, we drop it into the end of a phone call like punctuation,
but, admit it, we struggle a bit with eye contact when we say it out loud.
Maybe that’s why we choose to save it for the end of things: airports, funerals, the end of a phone call, the last moment in the car ride – hand on the handle, lobbing our love bomb before taking cover.
Oh what we miss when it hits.
It’s a strange desire, the need to flee from the purest joy we can create.
Perhaps we should start saying it sooner, pairing it with hello instead of goodbye, savoring the explosion, watching the earth tremble, the seas rise, and our precious hearts beat.