“I love you Cassandra” are words that require almost no effort on my part because they are easy to say. They are, after all, just words.
But love itself is not an easy word or feeling. Love is an act of my will, a conscious choice to put her ahead of myself. To care more about her than myself.
For my words of love to mean anything, to have any value beyond just words, I must sacrifice myself. Give of myself. This in practice is far more difficult than just uttering the words “I love you”
From my home in Almost Heaven.