"He doesn't have to say anything so trite as 'I love you." Because that's already understood. "Han says, 'I know.'"Įxactly," Oliver tapped the wheel. Remember what he says to her? After she says 'I love you'?" That's cheesy, not romatic," Schuyler argued, although she did like that part. The last scene, you know, when they're about to put Han in that freezing cryogenic chamber or whatever? Remember?"Īnd Leia leans over the ledge and says, 'I love you.'" The Empire Strikes Back? The Star Wars movie? That's not romantic!" Schuyler huffed, fiddling with the air conditioner controls.Īu contraire, my dear, it's very romantic. The Empire Strikes Back," Oliver finally declared, tapping his horn at a Prius that wandered over the line. She felt smug when a few minutes went by and Oliver was still unable to name one romantic movie he could profess to enjoy. “Bet you can't even name one romantic movie you like," she teased.
Wanting nothing in return, except that you allow me to keep you here in my heart, that I may always know your strength, your eyes, and your spirit that gave me freedom and let me fly.” I love you as only a girl could love a boy. I love you as you have become an extra necessary organ in my body. I say this to you now: I love you, with no beginning, no end.
To say “I love you, but….” is to say, “I did not love you at all”. Love lives in our spirit and graces us with its presence each day, until death. Love changes our brain, the way we move and talk. It is there in our heart, a part of our heart…eventually grafting itself into each limb and cell of our bodies. Not a feeling that comes and goes at the whim of the emotions. It’s the condition-less state of the heart. In love their are no ‘buts’ or ‘if’s’ or ‘when’.
Yet the “but” takes away the ‘I love you’. “Sometimes you want to say, “I love you, but…”
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