Disbelief
"I love you."
Three words. So desperately overanalyzed and still, we use them. We can communicate lust, desire, spontaneity, passion, anger, vulnerability, and sadness through them.
Tossed into the ears of another as life slips away.
Said in passing as one walks out the door.
Blurted with a young blush in the early years of life.
Screamed while clutching a hand connected to the door of a taxi.
And simply said when there is nothing left to say.
We use those three words to say something that can simply not be said. And because of this, they no longer hold meaning. Because of our apathy of another's feelings, these words have become far more common than they were ever meant to be.
So when Layla walked out the door, suitcase in hand, Will yelled those words.
Because there was nothing left to say.
But Layla was not a stupid woman. She knew about the others. The half frozen underwear behind the green couch cushion. The bra under his pillow that had a few guinea pig hairs attached.
She knew.
She had always known.
So what does one say when those words are put in the open?
"I don't believe you."