When we were standing, I took Carrie by both shoulders and shook her
gently. She looked up at me, and I said, “Tell me I love you.”
“I love you,” she said.
“I know you love me, Carrie, but that’s not what I told you to say. I
said, ‘Tell me that I love you.'”
She looked puzzled, then I saw the light of understanding in her eyes.
“You love me,” she said, unable to resist a slight smile.
I know as it happened yesterday, I stopped reading. I don’t know if the writer stole that line, because it is so obvious, but maybe he thought of it himself. It doesn’t matter.
“I love you”, has the value of “pass me the peanut butter please” sometimes. Routine words. But “You love me” is so fundamentally different, how wonderful self confident you can be if you can say to your loved one: “You love me“. It’s something that took Wanita some time to say it like she meant it. Carries problems with it after “failing” helped us.
Is it not strange a story can influence your life?