I love you. The words tumble easily to those who hold our hearts. As the car door closes, as the phone call ends, as quilts draw up about shoulders and lights switch off... "I love you" spills naturally.
When spoken through years of days and moments, crests and valleys, "I love you" flows without hesitation. No break in stride. No lingering of eyes. No pause between sentences, nor change of inflection. We speak the treasured into the ordinary.
Yet these gems of words are so worthy of intention. Softened tone, warm cupping of the face, smiling eyes, fingers interlaced... and the world stops. For a split moment... nothing else exists, but the exchange of one heart for another... held fast in safekeeping.
Cherished are the hearts... so shall be the words. I love you.