Fuck ”I Love you”.
Those three words will never be true, the definitions are too fucked up; you can’t say it without setting off this huge chain reaction of connotations and expectations that just destroys any meaning it might have had to begin with.
Stick to the facts. I won’t say I love you, and I won’t say I need you. Because neither of those statements is true at the end of the day.
But I’ll say that I want you, and I’ll say that you make me happy, and I will say that I’ll be lonesome when you go, all those things are true, and a hell of a lot less neurotic than “I love you”.
And that, in a nutshell, is why I keep listening to Bob Dylan.