Throwing these three words around for petty reasons like they meant nothing was something I became used to and I guess to me, it was something you tell people who made you happy, who made you smile, who cared for you, and for people who did tiny favors for you (and I had a lot of these people in my life). This is where I realized I was starting to become a little, well, lax with saying “I love you”. To always let people know how I feel, and most importantly to constantly let the people I love know that I love them by telling them. My dad raised me to be the kind of person who should not be afraid to express my feelings. I know because I am guilty of throwing this word around ever so carelessly, devaluing its incredible meaning, reducing it to another common word like potatoes or dishwashing soap. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been… well, a bit of an “I love you” slut.
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