"There she was, motionless on her bed, the well-known, too well-known little phrase: I love you. Three thin and pale words, so pale. The seven letters barely stood out against the whiteness of the sheets. It seemed to me that ' she smiled at us, the little phrase. It seemed to me that she was talking to us: - I'm a little tired. It seems that I have worked too much. I must rest. - Come on, come on, I love you, replied Monsieur Henri, I have known you. Since the time you have existed. You are solid. A few days of rest and you will be on your feet. Monsieur Henri was as upset as me. Everyone says and repeats "I love you" . You have to be careful with the words. Do not repeat them all the time. Nor use them indiscriminately, for each other, telling lies. Otherwise, the words wear out. is too late to save them. "