Sometimes we wait for someone to say “I love you” to us and when we hear those three words a windstorm of happiness whirls inside our mind. Those words feed the blood inside our veins with excitement and we grab onto those words with all the strength living inside of us. It’s like prior to hearing those words we were a sick person and we were waiting for those words like they’re an IV fluid that would make us feel alive. It’s all so freaking absurd because we wait and wait for those words and they make us happy but then one day the words “I love you” run away from us and then it’s like the IV fluid that was making us feel better got carelessly yanked from our veins and we get swallowed back into that sickness and when you hear the words again they just sound unpleasant like cracked piano keys or the screams of a person burning in fire. It’s like the words “I love you” mean everything to us but when we see the destruction they cause they mean absolutely nothing.