The Verbal Contract...

You've said it. It's out there like a venomous cough lurking in the air ready to spring onto it's next victim and slowly take them down into the hells of the common cold. Once you've said, "I love you" there are expectations that immediately follow. Now your expected to do the things you once simply felt comfortable dancing around. Normally, initiating this potent phrase renders you to the next step...whatever that may be. Sharing straws or introducing each other to intimate members of respective inner circles. A guaranteed date on Saturday night...



What else, besides this assumed progression would saying, "I Love You" usher in? If you remain stagnant or intentionally fall apart...will the feeling of love be less impressed in your mind simply because you never spoke those specific syllables? Will saying them make a difference? As if each word ejects some microscopic love-rope that grips the heart of your Love's target and forever binds you together? Hardly.



Love is just a word. Having and holding love is just a waiting room. Love is just a beginning. A promise that can remain empty or be fulfilled. Like the temptation of an orgasm so humans are mindlessly drawn to procreate. Love is just the initial stir of emotions, the realization that someone fits so well into your hands (figuratively of course) that it feels "right". And feeling that way is what helps a relationship grow and blossom into the stuff happiness and families are made of. So that we don't walk through life alone because we can't get over the impeccable pattern of idiosyncrasies everyone has and how much they annoy us. Love itself is really just a day. One day, or even a moment in that day when you look up and realize that this amazing person in front of you now has the power to hurt you or help you heal. Saying those silly three words in any form or language won't change the ability they now hold. Not speaking those words won't un-do this realization. Silence would be nothing but a nervous joke to pass the time.