Three...Little...Words

How can three little words affect your day so much? How is it that they can provoke such powerful emotion and bring tears to your eyes, when you thought nothing really could. Tell me... How can those three words control the whole mood of your day...

"I gotta go..."

Oooh. You thought I was going somewhere else with this didn't you? You thought I meant those three little words. The ones with that big L word in the middle. Well, yes those particular three little words do fit very nicely with my previous description, but they aren't quite what I'm talking about...obviously...

Then theres those dreadful two little words. The ones that make you cringe inside and your brow furrow in worry. Immediatly, a flood of irrational and horrible thoughts go through your head when these little words are formed on someones lips, and you just sit there in wonder and shock, afraid to ask, but too afraid to turn away. And so you listen...

"Bad news..."

Oh those words are horrible ones, confusing you so wonderfully... Worrying you so perfectly and fully that its near impossible to think straight for a second or two, and then when you look back, you wonder why those two little words frighten you so. It's like a little alarm goes off in your brain BRRRRIIIING!!! when those words reach your ears...

Oh but what's worse... What is oh so much worse is when those two little words are followed by those three little words... To form that horrible sentence of five words that explains almost nothing.

"Bad news... I gotta go..."

Oh baby no, please. Don't go. What if something happens to you? I won't know until its too late... and then... Oh what if you get attacked? What if you're put in the hospital... What if you don't check out again? What if it's a visit to the coroner's office for you? What if something goes wrong? What if? What if? What if? What if? WHAT IF?

Those little words... that one little question is horrible enough on its own. But combined with everything else? We all know that our brain has a tendency to run away with our imagination, and it usually takes common sense and logic on a holiday as well. Forget reasonability... He ran away long ago. Skipped out with sensibility he did. I heard they eloped...

"Gotta go... My mom got out early. Turns out I can't go home with you" He offers as an explanation and kisses my forehead, grabbing his bag as he jogs toward the car, coat flapping, and waves carelessly over his shoulder. I slump to the side, my shoulder against the wall as the wind tears at my jacket and hair.

Oh...

Thats why...

Thats what...

-nervous laughter- I told you my brain has a tendency to run away with my imagination. Right out the window. I watched them jump, and stood helpless as they sprinted away. Now I can only wait for them to come back... Little good that seems to be doing me.

Sorry baby, I'm a bit excitable...

Love,

3-Word Worry