Between being a marketing superhero by day and wedding planning by night, it's been difficult to find the time to blog as much as I'd like to...ok, let me be honest - time's not the issue. Motivation is. Lately I've been so scatter brained, that I literally pick up the phone only to forget who I was supposed to call. But in between the forgotten phone calls and never-ending rush requests, I find myself dropping L-bombs without reserve. "I love you, fiance"..."I love you, mom"..."I love you, dad"..."I love you, brother"..."I love you, friend"...and so on.
And that got me thinking - do any of my "I love you's" carry more weight than the other? How can I love so many different people and truly mean it each time I say it? I'm extremely affectionate and have no trouble communicating my feelings, but I'm painfully aware that not everyone is like me in that sense. Still, people's propensity to love is astonishing, yet daily we take it for granted.
Some individuals are afraid of uttering those three little words. I can't comprehend ever being afraid of expressing love, but maybe they're scared because they're very much aware of the fact that once something's been said aloud, it can't be unsaid - the universe owns it - no returns or exchanges. We're fully commited to the words we say, and that must be terrifying for commitment phobes. While I feel bad for those who can't express their love, my heart aches for the poor souls who have never heard the ultimate sentiment - "I love you."
The beauty of each and every one of us mortals is that we all have something all our own which someone else loves. Something so special, that absolutely none of the other six billion+ people on the face of this planet have that same "it factor." And to go even deeper down this rabbit hole, said "it factor" could be (and often is) something different for each lover of us. "It" could be a physical characteristic, a personality trait, a mannerism, and so on...the list really is endless. "It" could even be something we detest about ourselves because love's funny that way.
While some of us love freely and deeply, the disease that is the "human condition" gives others that same propensity to hate. I suppose a yin for every yang, no matter how awful it may be. But I do my best to focus on the love, and I beg you to do the same.
So in the spirit of the upcoming Hallmark love-fest of mylar balloons and requests to "be mine," I want you to know that I love you. I may not know you and may never meet you, but I can say with conviction that there is something about you I love that no one else has.
