“I love you” was not in the way you said it, but how you said it.
That’s why I gave you the purple roses. You meant every word you said. Straight from your heart. And you revealed a glimpse of the Creator through your loving kindness and compassion.
Oh, you don’t love me like a woman loves a man. You’re married. Happily. And, I wasn’t seeking romantic involvement. Just a friend to tell me face to face what the most beloved mothers would tell a son or a daughter. “I love you.” Unconditionally As a sister to a brother, a daughter to a father. One Kabbalist to another.
See, I chose to “buy a friend” in you several weeks ago. Don’t you remember? At the last Congress in Philadelphia I learned you studied Buddhism and was raised a Sufi, familiar with both my “Beloved” and the “Middle Path” to Enlightenment. How could some novice like me not fall in love with your Spirit, your Devotion, your Love for all Creation. (Including that male cat of yours peeing in inappropriate places since your son-in-law showed up and your house underwent renovations!)
I felt loved as soon as you spoke those words, unhesitatingly, with just the right amount of tenderness to convince me they were sincere. And they were . . . in the context of what we’re seeking together. Love for all humanity, starting with our community, all the men, women and children exposing themselves to a mystery kept hidden from you and me for 2,000 years. It’s now our’s for the asking.
And I’m asking. Tell me you love me. Just one more time. And, every time I need it. That could be everyday for the rest of my days with this Soul, or when 6,000 years toward final correction arrives, which ever comes first.
“Make for yourself a Rav, and buy for yourself a friend.”
— Rabbi Yehoshua Ben Perachya
Saying ‘I Love You’ over & over again!
I do agree that people need to be told they are loved more often than usually gets done. I think we need that frequent reassurance that we are deeply valued by someone.
It makes me feel good, just to say it to another. And really mean it.
Wish more of the World could wake up and understand how much we need that “frequent reassurance.”
It is off utmost importance to tell people that we love them, daily if possible. My husband and I tell each other every day(by text of we are countries apart; using the phone is expensive and the time difference usually makes a problem for me) My daughter tells us daily and we her. I tell my parents every time we are on the phone. I tell my dearest friends, when I can get past us being British and not doing that sort of thing; it’s easier with friends of other nations.
So, Michael J, let me tell you, my friend, that I love you too, though we are unlikely to ever meet in “real” life.
We must have said “I love you” in our past lives, to be able to say it so convincingly all across the Atlantic Ocean.
“I love you” is kinda like a Quaker recognizing the “Light” inside a fellow Friend, and involuntarily saying it as a prayer.
I pray: “I love you.”