“I love you.”

Three words. Eight letters. Infinite meaning, or none at all.

Because “I love you” without action is like a check with no funds.

It sounds nice, but try cashing it when you’re hungry, hurting, or lost.

Today, I got a text:

“Is there anything I can do for you today?”

And in that simple question, I felt more love than a thousand “I love you's" ever managed to deliver.

Not because it was romantic.

Not because it was dramatic.

But because

It showed up.

Unconditionally.

Without me asking or working for it.

Love doesn’t always come in flowers or fireworks.

It arrives as presence.

It arrives as support.

As willingness.

As quiet follow-through.

So no, today wasn’t just a reminder.

It was an honor to receive love rather than to hear it.

No... no.

An Honour.

(The proper English version, of course.)

So.... who do you love?

Are you going to say that you love them?

Or let them feel it?

What does that stir in you?