I was making my way back to my car after meeting friends for drinks the other night. Outside of another bar, a man was talking on the phone. As I passed, he said I love you. It was simple and sweet and heartfelt and true. It’s nice and somehow comforting to know that we live in a world where everyone is saying I love you to someone, and meaning it, before they go to bed. Those words used to really scare me, but I’ve finally figured the damn thing out. It feels like it’s sewn into the very essence of me, the loving him. My heart beats it and my fingers tap it and my chest rises and falls with it. It’s simple, and pure, and true. And it isn’t scary anymore, it merely is.