So we know this much: We’re supposed to always tell our loved ones what they mean to us. Because sometimes tomorrow isn’t what we think it will be, and it’s important for us to know that we’ve said all the I love yous we need to say, just in case.
But what about saying it too much? What about the point of the greatest words in the world, “I love you,” doesn’t send a rush through the other person’s soul? What happens when they’re so used to hearing it that they don’t actually hear it?
Do we feel if we don’t say it 20 times a day that the other person won’t think we love them? “I love you right now, but as I didn’t say it between the hours of 9 a.m. to 11 a.m, I didn’t love you then. Sorry, fell down on the job.” I don’t think it works that way.
If you feel it, say it. But instead of muttering it at the end of a phone call, instead of saying it in passing as you’re rushing out the door on the way to work, how about this instead: Sit across from the person you love. Take their hands in yours. Look into their eyes – how long has it been since you’ve done that? And say it slowly, deliberately: I love you.
That is how we should treat those words.