All the Great Sophistication of those Three Words

Not many days have passed since this little conversation I had with my mother.

"Yesterday was the first ever time I used some words I'd never used before, for someone."

"What word???!!" The response was alarming.

"Err...I used the plural form; 'Words', not 'Word'." I figured out she'd thought of swear words.

"Oh...What words?" A sense of relief, but there was alertness.

"Guess..." A smug look gradually taking shape on my facial features.

"Hmm... Did you say those three words...?" Raised eyebrows. Both of them raised.

"Which three words?" Sounding intentionally clueless.

"You said 'I Love You' to someone?" Small fits of complete exasperation.

"Err...'Too!!!' I said 'Too!!', 'I Love You too'!!!!!" As if it actually made any difference. I was trying to correct her assumption (which surprisingly turned out right), that it made up FOUR words, and not THREE.

"Oh...Great. This is getting quite much. I, during these 43 years of my life, never said those words to anyone; and here sits my daughter with the pride and assumption that she's already fallen in Love within 16 mere years of her life."

Straight face. I started with my human pyschological analysis. The first experiment was my mother.

"Yeah, well. It's actually very strange. Considering all those people who've used those words; they seem to use it so easily, so casually. And for us, it just doesn't happen that way."

"Yes. For us to say those words, we really need to be sure of it and it needs to come right from the very bottom of our hearts." Made sense to me.

"And YOU haven't said those words to anyone."

"I haven't. And I doubt I ever will."

"So that means you can never say those words since you never can mean them. Which, in turn means that you can never probably love a person right from the bottom of your heart." Courtesy: My Psychological analysis.

"Yes." That was surprisingly firm.

"You do remember that Family are also considered 'Loved Ones'." A quiet statement, that went unheard. Fortunately, or unfortunately.

Silent rolling down of a few warm drops from a pair of eyes.

Mother was busy watching the Television.

A Strange rush of Optimism

The story is simple to understand, the reason is way too complicated.

It's this strange secure feeling, the trust. Whenever He doesn't seem to reply to my messages, I've this feeling that there might be something that's not allowing Him to do so, nothing intentional, just incidence; That sooner or later, He'd reply; That He'd turn up.

When He isn't online, I take it that there's obligation, and not ignorance or any of the sort. It troubles me that if He isn't online today, that might cause a deviation to the entire day being splendid. But, there can always be a better tomorrow.

My optimism in this case perplexes me. This isn't usual for me, this isn't the way I normally am. And yet, a rush of optimism, and trust, combines to ease the phase of Patience.

He finds it touching. I find it baffling.

Could any of you provide a reason behind this strange trust?