“I love you!”, my friend professed as I turned to leave.
Oh, man…why did he go there?
“I have a profound appreciation for you, also,” was the perfunctory reply I dared not utter since “love” hung in the air.
I struggled for an appropriate response as milliseconds turned toward awkwardness.
Why could I not respond with, “I love you too”?
Why does professing our love from a brother in Christ seem so weird?
Why couldn’t we just hit each other on the shoulder and that be enough?
I mustered up a weak, “me too,” as I made for the door.
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