Megan, write something about the way we tell people we love them, miss them. What do words mean anyway?
Words demand explanation. They require analysis. They are the construction and expression of my thoughts. Of my heart. But they can't describe it. They can't describe any of it. They can't tell you how deep the memories are, or how often we think of them.
They can't scream what we really want to say. They are the mask of how we really feel and they try to disguise the pain, but someone will strip it away. And someone will make those words worthless.
So what is a word worth? Nothing... and everything. What are three words worth? A penny for your thoughts? Sometimes we want our money back. Love is unrefundable. But we say them anyway, because you know. You know, more than anyone what they mean. You know when people say I love you, they really mean that those three words can't describe what it is they have.
I know this boy. I loved. I expressed words at the speed of light. Are you listening? When we say things like "you're amazing", we know or think the word is just a cover; a quick way for me to remember all the things that amaze me about you, a mask for the memories we shared, a disguised version of our adventures together. And I really believe that we know, when we say "I miss you" it's not just that. It's missing every moment. Ir's missing what your name means to me. It means an alphabet of sounds and letters and words. But none of them really mean anything, because words are based on trust, they rely on how truly and deeply we feel. Remember, always, that they don't mean anything, they are letters and they are constructions, but we deconstruct them every day and we twist them; we manipulate them so that they say what we want them to.
But no word, no shape, no photograph could ever twist so far that it could begin to explain even a little bit of how I feel.
Words can't explain how bad I want a cupcake right now :)
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