I love you...?

I love you. The three most hated, loved, romantic words on the face of this Earth…in English that is, otherwise in some other places its je t’aime…or tea mo. But what do we really mean when we say these three little words? A roommate tells another “I love you”, a child tells a parent, a boyfriend tells a girlfriend, a friend tells a friend. But the meaning of “I love you” is different in many of these cases. Or so you think. I really don’t know what to think, exactly. I do know, however, that when I tell someone that I love them, I really do love them, I would do anything to make them happy, make their lives just a little bit better, just because I care THAT much for them. And as whatever as this might sound, I would probably take a bullet for many of my friends and family. Because I want them to be happy, to live their lives…don’t get me wrong, I want to live my life, and I do live my life everyday…but I just want those others around me to be happy, because when I know they’re happy…I’m happy. Which is probably a shitty way of living life, but hey, its worked for me for the past 19 years. I’m a people pleaser…which can be good and bad. But its me, its who I am…I’m the girl who likes to be told “I love you” every so often, just to feel loved, to be hugged just because ( I love hugs actually…not many know that), and I love to take pictures. But hey, that’s just me. J
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