“I love you,” is such a cliché phrase.
I think that once upon a time it must have meant something more, when conversations were short an soap operas hadn’t been invented yet. Today we can never tell if someone is really in love. It’s become so easy to lie and words are just thrown back and forth like boomerangs and crossed fingers and it doesn’t make sense that three words could still be strong enough to defy a cultural mindset. Children joke with those words and adults joke with them even more, and sooner or later the phrase just dies along with the romantic comedies and prom pictures and everything else that’s been said and done too many times.
But there is a time when things aren’t so cliché. It’s the age when a person has had their heart broken before but not so much to break everything. It’s when then innocence is freshly gone– when the mind begs to have something that is truthful. These are the days when “I love you” means something. It’s when people are so scared to become like the rest of the cruel world and don’t say things they should and keep them inside until there’s no way else to say them; when all other forms of communication are broken and can’t explain the feelings that are so beautiful and so wonderful– so completely utterly insane that they need to be cliché.
There are a lot of things in relationships that are like that, because sometimes you need something that’s already been done. Sometimes you need to grab her hand while walking in the hallway or give her a heart-shaped lollipop or kiss her in the band room before heading to first period. Anything else is just too complicated to figure out.
And if it works, why not use it?