So . . . it was true?
Considering the events on previous occasions, he couldn't believe that those little, insignificant words could mean something. At least, not from that man's head, anyway. He was prone to acting.
Three tiny words.
Hardly a sentence.
Yet, they had so much meaning in them.
Eight letters in total.
Even his own sentences were longer than that.
Practically every known sentence was longer than those three little words.
To him, the words, "I love you," were the same as "I hate you."