She said “I love you” too often
Because she grew up in a house where those were your first words and your last.
She always wanted to remind others how much the meant and how deeply they were loved.
She saw the pain and angst behind their eyes, she saw a bit of who she used to be reflected in their iris’s.
She wanted to be the person she was missing, the one who reminded her every minute of everyday that she was so deeply, sincerely loved.
Maybe somewhere along the line she wore out those three words, but she never stopped meaning them with every ounce of who she was.
Porcelain Prose 