Reply To Anthony Lane Stahlhut's, The story behind, A NEW WAY TO SAY I LOVE YOU
by
Mary -BrytEyz- Ball
(Age: 38)
copyright 02-24-2005
Age Rating: 13 to 127
*sigh* I know EXACTLY what you mean! And do you know how many times I have held back and NOT said "it" just so when I did it wouldn't be something stale.
I remember one night at a park, standing in the rain soaking wet, held tight by that someone special that I 'loved' and would love till the ends of time. My palms were hot, but my feet were cold as we stood looking deep into each other's eyes. We stared so long and silent, hearing only the gentle rain drops on the pavement and an occasional car drive by (it was like 1AM).
We were searching the depths of each other's hearts trying to find the answer to the age old questions, 'do they love me?' and yet neither one of us would say it. When I looked down at his lips...they were quivering. (Man! I loved that effect I had on him. He had the same effect on me too.) I looked at his eyes and more than the rain was falling. I knew it, I knew he loved me. I could feel he was going to say it.
My heart raced. MY eyes teared up as well. I swallowed hard (for surely his first profession of love would be followed with a kiss just as heartfelt). I felt faint. I felt like I was floating. I didn't know if I was standing or flying. I waited.... and ..... waited. Yet he never said 'it' and neither did I.
I would wait another two months (which seemed like an eternity) before he finally told me. How did I respond? You'd think I'd find SOMETHING romantic to say, something to sweep him off his feet, something to complete the moment and match it. Nope!
My lips let fly, "I KNEW IT! That day at the park, you were going to say it, weren't you?" Yeah, not the classiest reply. But I was right. He admitted that he did want to tell me then. He said he had to literally bite his tongue to keep from saying it. He said that so many people say it and so often that when HE said it, he wanted me to KNOW he loved me, not just hear it.
I told him, 'I know' and then we held each other for what seemed forever. Too bad forever isn't really that long, eh? *soft reminiscent smile*
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I enjoyed reading this little story so much. Your narration was wonderful, especially the little side comments, they made the story 'real' and not just a romaniticized version of what happened. I got a little misty-eyed remembering the first time I heard the words and I smiled when you wrote about your spontaneous, unromantic reaction. You are very good with the poetic and just as good with a straight narrative. I look forward to reading more of your "adventures in real life"....thanks
How right you are, Tori, how right you are! And in light of child abuse, and all the other abuses there are... what treason it really is to abuse the word "love" with all it was meant to embody. We've cheapened it so and are left with nothing much to say as what other words really (adequately) convey those special feelings and emotions when we finally are blessed enough to see past the "younger sister" lust? And thus... we are lost... forever writing what we do in an attempt to get back what's lost. *soft smile*
Oh, and thank you for reading and commenting. I'm always thankful for the responses received. They mean a great deal to me.
I think one of the saddest things in the world after world hunger and terrorism etc is the way the term 'I love you' is abused.People my laugh at my seriousness only because it no longer has the loyalty and dedication contained within it.Alot of people get love confused with her younger sister lust.
I would imagine that we have all been there. All had those words inside us to say, but lacked the confidence to utter them.
Then there are some who can say "I love you" far to easily, never meaning it. Just as a means to an end.
Maybe your way was the best.
Brian
Yea thats what I was saying, kind of anyway. There are as many stories as there are people. We all have felt love in one way or another. My dog loves me!! Thanks, Anthony
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