Today, I sit and re-read the memoirs of my life. The pages are plagued with virtue. Like reciting in a mirror, l hear the words I’ve often wondered about. So many I know, use loosely, the English language as a bargaining tool. Endearing words mean so little from behind the vocal cords…. “I love You”. This term of endearment is not hardly more than a form of ‘currency’; a way to ‘buy your way in’. Redundantly, it sours the hearts of many.
Looking back on my younger days and with desperation playing a part, I see now that “I love you” was going to cost me. If I’d only understood that “I love you” was a form of currency! Only now does it all come back to me as a friend explains, “she wanted your wallet”.
Connecting the dots of trials and tribulations, I see God was non-existent. Money can’t buy love, though at times, those three simple words can. Trying to come to some kind of peace, I’m getting madder by the minute! How ruthless are those with ulterior motives who want to control a situation by bleeding, “I love you”- a vice to the brokenhearted??
It’s pathetic to believe that some get what they want with, ” I love you “, at the flip of a tongue. Scorned, my calloused soul retreats to the dark where little light is shown. Riddled with questions, best guessed answers lie in the remnants of rotten boxes tucked away for safekeeping. Their weight are words now replaced by actions.
Today, moving on, I realize God was there all along; just waiting on me. Peace has replaced the innuendos; harmony reigns like heavens above. The sound of three little words exemplifies that talk is only cheap when you really do not mean it.