Love is Like Stepping on a Lego

All outta love

My words flow freely as water among the company of my friends. The "I love you"s pouring so frequently that they begin to taste funny in my mouth; my tongue unsure and fumbling as it shapes around each letter, each word. But nonetheless, I shout it freely, angrily, throwing new emotion- any emotion- in each utterance. I say it in gratitude, I grumble it in annoyance, I type it fervently until the grease of my perspiring fingers create lasting imprints upon the phone screen. Yet, my words leave me and the water runs dry as my mother waits upon the other end of the phone line, her own "I love you" already spoken with all the devotion and sincerity expected. "Goodbye" is all I can manage to mumbled, leaving me to brokenly wonder why I cannot bring myself to say those three simple words when I shout them to the world everyday. Maybe I have used up my love by the end of the day?