I was recently looking through some old yearbooks from about 3 or 4 years ago and I found a poem that my current girlfriend gave to me when we were in school together. Turns out we went out for a bit then broke up after I moved to a different school district and then one day we met and clicked again. Either way here's the poem...

I want to say I love you,
But I'm so afraid you'll laugh,
and if you laughed when I told you,
it would break my heart in half.
I want to do more things with you,
because I love you so,
and if I asked you to do those things,
I'd die if you said no.
I want you to love me,
as much as I love you,
and if you said you hate me,
I don't know what I'd do.

Now I read this and I realized that all those loves were more like, likes, because even as a 8th grader we were too innocent to know what real love is, and even know I don't even say 'I love you' because its not true. The way I see it there are two different types of love, the kind of love that you give to your mother, and any other intermediate family member and then theres that innocent puppy love that you give to your first crush or the girlfriends that you have in junior high. I remember having my first crush and just thinking that there isn't much that can beat that feeling but when I see my mother its almost like second nature because I see her everyday and even though I say it and feel nothing but if I stop and think about it I really do so I will not say those three words until I feel the way I do when I say it to my mother.

In these current times 'I love you' is tossed around and it is losing its sacredness faster than a fat kid getting out of dodgeball. So maybe everyone should sit down and ask themselves if their loved one is actually 'loved'.