If you stopped loving me, would you ever tell me?
Would you tell me as easily and boldly as the way you proclaimed you loved me?
Words are so easily spoken without action, we tend to use them for granted.
We swing between “never” & “always” on a pendulum without ever fully meaning both.
“I’ll never drink again,” says the girl hungover on a Sunday. But we all know she’ll grab a bottle the upcoming Friday surely after a long week at the office.
“I’ll always love you and cherish you,” says the lovesick boy on his wedding day. But a decade down the line, his eyes will wander as the candle he once held for his partner flickers and dies out.
We say so many things without conviction, it becomes hard to value the words we hear from others.
Where is the underlying truth? How do we learn to trust in a world where everything is accessible and nothing is valued anymore?
So before we dive into the next bold statement we carelessly spew, think:
“Will I ever so freely speak the opposite once I stop feeling this way?”
“Will I so openly tell her I’m over her, just as quickly I’ve promised I’ll love her?”