When my younger brother calls, he always ends with “love-you-bye.” It sounds routine and obligatory, even though I’m confident that he does love me.
But this week when he called, we talked about many issues in his life; when we were about to hang up, he said, “I love you!” with such feeling that it made up for all the “love-you-byes” that are automatic.
When I talk to my other brother (older, but younger than I am), we don’t always end the call with “love you,” so when we do it seems more heartfelt.
I don’t mean to say that routinely ending calls with “love you” is a bad thing because it’s not. There are several people I say that to before we hang up. It’s great, as long as you remember who you are talking to.
When my older brother was out of town, he got a cell call from a neighbor who didn’t realize he was not at home. As he concluded the conversation, he automatically said “love you” to this person he only knew superficially. Well, now they may become very close!
Once my mother, then in her seventies, dealt with a man who kept making unwelcome advances toward her. He called about a business situation and as they concluded, she said, “Love you! Bye!” I walked in the room and saw her stricken face.
“I just said ‘love you’ to him!” she said. “Oh, no! Now what will he think?”
“Well,” I answered, “you’ll need to be on guard even more now! You left the door wide open.”
Have you ever accidentally said “love you”? Were there repercussions?