You took my compliment as an insult, and for that I must explain: when I say I love you the way I love the women in my life, it’s the highest compliment I can offer.
I know these women.
I know their hearts.
Telling you I love you the way I love my women, it says
I know you.
I know your heart.
The men in my life come and go. Though I hold their friendships dear, the ties always tend to fade.
The women, they’re for life.
Pick any one of them, and I can honestly say there will never be another her.
Just as there will now never be another you.
I tell you I love you the way I love the women in my life, because it’s honest and because it’s true.