Saturday, Jan. 25, 2003 - 7:02 p.m.
I don't want to live
I want to love first, and live incidentally
-zelda fitzgerald to her husband f. scott.
I was reading some old love letters. The one above was written in 1919 in the spring.
I have gone from not saying I love you to anyone for a long time, to saying it a lot lately.
And the strange thing to me about this word, love, is that it really means different things to me. It depends on who I am saying it to.
I wonder if it means different things to those I say it to.
I wonder if the word is cheapened by overuse. Or is it the concept of love I wonder about?
Can it's concept be cheapened? And what is the concept of love? I know to some, I love you, means I love what you can do for me.
I know for others saying it is like saying, you can use me, and if you hurt me, I will aplogise for being hurt by you.
To some it means, I am not a whole person by myself, and you are what makes me one.
I know it can mean, I admire you, and I respect you, and I would like to have the influence of your life in mine.
And it can mean, I trust you with my heart, and my feelings. It can mean, I accept you how you are, without necessary adjustments. Even the not so pretty parts that live in all of us.
So if I tell you I love you, I know what I mean. If you wonder, ask me. I will tell.
What do YOU mean when YOU say I love you.
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