I appreciate the people in my life whom I can say I love. Not just the familial ties or the romantic, but the platonic relations where I can look someone in the eye and say with the power of a thousand declarations "I love you." Say it like it's nothing, like it's everything.

Most often on this blog when I talk about love, it's that kind of love that I talk about. It's that love that I'm trying to nurture and foster in my life.

Because that love is contagious. That love is unstoppable. That love doesn't move mountains, but it does cross continents and oceans, building bridges across, through and around the very mountains in its way. It loves those mountains for being in the way and for making the journey worth it.

This is an old love, a strong love. A new love like a stain on my heart. It may fade, but it lingers, purpling the pulsing organ with prescient promises of uplifting tales.

When I say I love you I want to mean it with all constancy of the nine point eight meters per second squared anchoring us to this earth.

So when I say I love you, look me in the eye and see my light reaching out to brighten the spark that is yours.