Whether it’s a sweet word or two, a graze of our hands, or a grand Shakespearian sacrifice. A casserole, cookie, or coffee maker. A scribbled post-it note or an airport pickup. I hope you hear me singing, from the truest place in my heart, “ILoveYouILoveYouILoveYou.”
The tune of this love song changes depending on who we are singing to, but so much of what we communicate, I think, comes down to whether or not we’re trying to say, deep down, “I love you.”
Or if we aren’t.
