Before You Said I Love You
The weight of these simple words
Before you said
I love you,
I was scared to say it too.
I'd been ready to for a while, but
You know that I've been hurt before
And I'm scared to trust someone with my heart again.
Before you said
I love you,
I thought of this story–
Of my great-grandparents
And how they came to love one another.
Before they said
I love you,
He had moved across the ocean,
From Spain to Puerto Rico.
He was of a wealthy family
With pale skin, blond hair, and blue eyes–
He could've been rich if he wanted, but he chose her.
Before they said
I love you,
She was born and raised on the island,
A native young woman of the Taino
With dark hair and eyes and skin.
Before they said
I love you
He knew what it would cost
Just to be with her—let alone marry her.
He knew he had to choose wealth and family
Or to build a family from next to nothing.
But why choose a family that would rather disown you
Than welcome someone you love into the family based on nothing
But the color of her skin
When you can build a family of love
From the ground up?
Before I say
I love you
I want you to know that this
Is what those words mean to me.
This story is a part of why I am—a part of me.
I carry it with me
To remind me to never settle for less.
I carry it with me
To remind myself that he should never settle for less.
Because those three simple words hold a certain weight,
That can either create or shatter
In an instant.
Before you say
I love you,
Just know that I am flawed.
I hope you are not blind to the fact that
I—like you—am human.
Love does not mean I am perfect
Or that you are blind to my imperfections–
Love is that you help me work past my shit,
As I would for you.
Love is at first like a flame,
But every flame burns out, and
Runs out of fuel;
Love is being committed to one another
Even after that flame has burned out.
Love is being there no matter what
And working through it all together.
About the Creator
Bianca Wargo
Psychology and English Writing double major at Kean U
1 Thessalonians 4:3-8
Leaving my old writing up to go back sometimes and see how God's changed me to be better.
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