It doesn’t matter who you say it to. If you feel it, you should say it. And that is it. Leave.
Love never dies, except when it is waiting in line. Waiting in line to receive something, anything. A response, mostly. It’s a slow, painful death. But it can be avoided. Just say, I love you, and leave. Love lives and flourishes, when it leaves after saying what it wants to say. And just goes on about its business of loving. There is no taking the high road, there is no ego in love. There is no proving, there is no transaction.
It’s only a feeling
feel it in your spirit
let love be love
name it not anything.
[My very basic attempt at a translation] Which shouldn’t matter. What should matter – is saying, I Love You!
Say it, and be on your way.
