I love you.
Such a simple, yet still powerful phrase, even as abused & over used as it is, that eight letter, three word scentance is much like authentic truth, in that it is both empowering, and binding, frightening, and comforting, and even static yet, dynamic.
But what does that little phrase really mean? Why is it what it is, so simple, yet oh so complex?
Realizing that it is, as all words and thus phrases truly are, born of, and rooted in an idea, both human and celestial, part of the foundations of the universe, and engrained in our very DNA it seems, one can begin to truly understand the uncompromising gravity of such a statement, and so also understand the almost abhorant abuse of such a beautiful and meaningful expression.
But as I shift from the existential purview to my own personal one, I find that a simple explaintion is neigh impossible, as helpful as it might be. Therefore I allow myself to expand upon what I personally mean when I say "I love you" to the one person that this is most true for, the one I feel is most deserving of such an expression and sentement.
When I say I love you, I say more than just that, I say that I think about you a lot, that I care about you, that I like the things that make you who you are, that I think your smart and pretty and talented, that I enjoy the way you smile at me, the way you are slow to anger, the way you roll your eyes, the way that you never speak without knowing what to say, that you are rightfully slow to apologize, that you like me for me and I need that so very much, and that that I want to be close to you, that I want to hold you, shelter you, that I want to make love to you, that I want you cared for, that I want you to feel special, beautiful, important, treasured, that I would do anything for you, to hold you, to make sure your safe, that I would walk through fire without blinking, that I would climb any mountian, cross any desert, swim any ocean, fight any monster, confront any person, bear any pain, that I would lay down my life for you, that I would give my last dime, my last breath, my last drop of blood, my very soul, my very life for you, without heasatation, or reaservation, I would give any and everything for you in a heartbeat, for only you, because when I say I love you, I mean all of that and more than that, so much that words can not capture, and actions can only imply.
So let this feeble effort stand, if it has the merit to do so, as my personal defining and exposition, explaination and reason for telling you, my dearest Kitten Kristen, that I love you more every hour of every day, more than I ever thought it possible to love another human ever, and I am perfectly content in that ever evolving fact and truth. <3<3<3
~ Caleb Mac
