One would think that to say I love you would be a quite simple thing.
Yet how it’s said AND to whom it’s said changes what those three simple words are trying to convey.
I — love you.
I — LOVE —you.
I love — YOU.
How many types of love could there be?
It’s almost scary when for the first time your heart strings are pulled… to know exactly when to say I love you. I don’t remember exactly when I said it, or if it was said to me first. Yet some people say that one remembers this moment.
Our word, love, is said to come to us from Sanskrit lubh, and/or the Persian luvu.
Sanskrit has ninety-six words to express love; ancient Persian has eighty, Greek three, and English only one.
In the West we are close to dying of loneliness because we have only one word for love. According to – Robert Johnson,(author of The Fisher King and The Handless Maiden) said that if we had a vocabulary of thirty words for love … we would immediately be richer and more intelligent in this human element so close to our heart.
Sometimes ‘I love you’ falls short of how we truly feel deep inside – because it takes us to a place where words have yet to describe that something that stirs us so deeply.
Some of us look for love … and it seems ever so evasive. In fact we look in the mirror and fail to see that the cup must overflow with genuine love for oneself, because it is then that Love can be shared. We should love ourselves; and in this genuine love we bring patience, generosity, humility, courtesy, restraint, joy and consistency.
All I know is that… love has deepened it’s hold on me and I enjoy having someone to whom I say: I love you.
