Dear “I love you”,
Two days ago, a friend of mine asked when was the last time we said “I love you” romantically. And right then and there, I answered I haven’t said it yet. He asked if it’s true because he knows for a fact that I’ve had a boyfriend, “how did you two become lovers if you haven’t said the three magical words?”, to which I responded, “We just decided to be lovers, without any feelings involved, just for the sake of being in a relationship.”
And from that moment on, I realized that maybe, I don’t really know how to love for I haven’t really dropped those words to anyone, yet.
If saying those three words is really the basis for saying you’re in love, then maybe, I haven’t really been in love.
I am a coward for that.
You know, “I love you”, another friend of mine shared her point of view about you. She said that you are the start of something beautiful and painful, of something happy and miserable, of something peaceful and disturbing. And for that, I am truly doubtful of you already.
a coward creature