There is something magical about the sentence “I love you”, not because of what it means, or how it makes you feel, but because when someone says “I love you”, you can tell if they really mean it.
The last time I said, “I Love You” I lied. I couldn’t really love someone who did what she did to me, but I wanted to. The love was gone. How could I have been so foolish? I don’t remember the last time I was so sure of something, yet even this crumbled.
How can I trust myself the next time someone makes me want to tell them, “I love you”? Will I really mean it? One thing is for certain: she will know if I do.