Long lasting words

I used to know a guy who called everybody “Darling” – the sweet receptionist, the young clerks, model-like secretaries, and cute female officers.

Since most people presume that I’m of rather serious nature on first meetings, he only started calling me “darling” after a few months of knowing me. No big deal really – but I did asked him not to address me with a supposed term of endearment when it means nothing at all. He immediately stopped calling me ‘darling’ and resorted back to address me by my name.

I guess when some priceless words get to be so easily and casually uttered by someone – somehow they lose the special meaning they were supposed to carry. It is flattering to be wooed and courted with sweet nothings – but when words that carry great significance are uttered so easily after only a short period of time of knowing each other - there’s a hollow feeling to those words. Like they mean nothing at all.

I know sometimes love could happen in an instance, or after a mere day, week, or a month of knowing someone. I know that right now I might be developing some deep feelings for someone who’s obviously nuts about me. But when he confessed his feelings in words that I value highly – I could not reciprocate.

Flattered as I was, I could not help feeling as though those words came too easily out of his mouth – and those that came too easily normally does not mean that much. Worse – they might not be long lasting.

Call me old-fashioned, but I would rather wait until after I got married, to be told of how much I’m cherished, and adored, and loved. Call me a hopeless romantic, but if given a choice, I would rather go through a long and slow courtship – only it must be one that will last for once and always. With words that will last just as long.