Love Sick

I love you

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I lost count the many times Ralph, my BS-Marine Transportation schoolmate, told me the word "I love you" when he was courting me. He said those words so often that I had taken them for granted.

Now that I was his girlfriend, not once did I hear those words again.  I needed to hear those three words. I waited for months but he never said them again.

I couldn't stand it. I thought he didn't love me anymore. I broke up with him.

I could see that this was unexpected for him. I saw that he was hurt, but I was so angry that I didn't care what he felt.

"There's a reason, but it's up to you to find out," I said when he asked me why we were breaking up. "A vital part of our relationship is missing and your ignorance about it only proves how little you care for my feelings!"

I walked away then, and our relationship officially ended.

Richard became my next boyfriend. He was very romantic and obviously loved me more than Ralph did. He always sent me sweet words through text messages, and never forgot to say, "I love you." I don't  think I could count the times he said those words. The more he said it, the sweeter they sounded, as if they were coming from heaven.

Having someone say, "I love you" was different from "I care for you" or "I like you"; saying those three little words meant much more than words could ever describe.

But I found out that Richard wasn't sincere. Even though he often said "I love you," he didn't seem to show that he meant them. He'd break promises, tell lies, and be late for our dates.

I saw later that he didn't love me at all.

I found out by accident that I wasn't his only girlfriend. In fact, I was the latest of his four conquest, all of which he was dating at the same time.

I was sick in bed with fever the next day. I send Richard a text message that I never wanted to see him again, and that I might kill him should he ever show his face to me. He never replied; obviously he knew I had discovered his other "loves."

As I lay in bed, I remembered Ralph. I remembered how much I hurt him because of my selfishness and narrow mindedness.

When I was well again, I visited Ralph and explained to him my past action.

"I'm sorry for everything," I said. "I called it quits because you never again told me you loved me after we became steady. I understand now. You're a man of few words and action is your forte.

"I'm really sorry. You're the one I truly love. Can you forgive me? Will you take me back?"

"Of course I will. Why shouldn't I when I love you so much?"

His last words echoed again and again in my mind. And, coming from him, I'm sure he meant them.

The End.

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A\N

Saying I LOVE YOU is easy, but proving it, is hard.

So, when you find the man/women that does not use those three words, it didn't mean they don't love you. They are just the type of people that more action than words.

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