Now, usually my answer to this question would be 'baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more'...
But not today!
Recent conversation has made me question the meaning of love and the causal use of the word itself: I love my friends, but I also love cheese... Hmmm... But would I sacrifice cheese for my friends? Or a friend for a decent cheeseboard?
Maybe.
To me, loving someone means putting them first, to hand them the power to destroy you and trusting that they won't, to feel your world would be a far emptier place for not having them in it and to stand by them through good times and bad.
I would never tell someone I loved them unless it was absolute, and outside of family and my closest friends I've only ever put love into words for one partner - in fact, I tell them so often that I sometimes feel in doing so it may dilute it's meaning, or that somehow the meaning may be misinterpreted as insecurity: a way of trapping them or forcing them to say it back before being ready to do so.
All I know is that there are people in my life that I can't imagine being without, who make me who I am and push me to great heights. I need these people, and I believe that to be the better word to use.
If you are lucky enough to have people like this in your life, cherish them, they need you too.
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