I don't know what to say.

And that's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

They are just words, and they may not make sense to you, but they are my own. They belong to me, they are what I feel. They come straight from my heart.

I try to talk to you, but I don’t know what to say. I am afraid you don’t want me to say anything. So I don’t. But inside of me there are words waiting to come out. And tell you how I feel -- like how I miss you. And how I love you despite my broken heart. And how I need you in my life. And especially how much I want you. But those words may forever stay in my heart-locked inside. Sometimes I wonder if there are words locked inside you too… but I’ll never know.