I want so badly to show up at your doorstep and feel your warmth around me and tell you that nothing is right without you around. I want to tell you how much you mean to me and I want you to feel like a warm summer’s day or a sunset exploding across the skyline and I want you to hear birds chirping and beautiful acoustic music all around you like in a sappy chick flick. I want to tell you that I love you and make everything okay again, but instead my heart just aches with thoughts of you.

Sometimes they don’t sound all pretty and poetic, strung together and edited over and over again. Sometimes they’re ugly. Sometimes they’re said in choppy sentences, or screamed and cried and blubbered like a baby until they don’t even seem to make sense anymore. And those are the words that mean the most: the words that others can hardly make out over our gasping cries. More than anything, we need someone to listen to these words, but not just anyone can get close enough to hear them.