I love you. Those three little words are so often said and hold so much meaning and emotion. I can't say them. Well I say them to Blaine and the kids, but that's where it stops. It's not that I don't want to say but it is so darn awkward for me.
I know my parents love me (how could they not?), and I surely hope they know I love them, but we never said it much. Blaine was the first person (probably ever) that I actually said "I love you" to. When I dated other people whilst Blaine was on his "religious excursion" they would say "Kristi, I love you" and I would be like "uh.....that is so nice, you're....really great" (in my head I would think, "I love Blaine!"). Blaine's family is very easy going with the "I love you"s. And I do love them, I just can't bring myself to say it; especially in person, but not even on the phone!
And my Texas friends....woweeee... everytime we part ways from getting our mail my cute neighbor says, "love ya girl!" and I say, with a nervous chuckle "oh, yeah, you're awesome!" and usually do something cheesy like that little wink -while -pretending -your -finger -is -a -little- gun -thing. Or something.
So the emotion is there, but the words, they get stuck in my throat. So just know, I probably love ya (I can't even type love "you" way too serious), but I probably can't bring myself to say it.