Friday, September 27, 2013

Silence

The problem with love in our culture, with the very word love, is that its meaning is not self-contained. It extends beyond the word, constructed by the relationship in which we speak it. So if I tell my mother, 'I love you,' it encompasses only familial love, though I love her as my best friend. And if I say 'I love you' to my best friend, it is that friendly kind of love, even though I love her as a sister, as my own flesh and blood that I would give her if she needed. And to my lover, 'I love you' means forever, happily ever after—even when I only mean tonight.