I cannot speak now. What I saw silenced me. So now we speak with our hands, signing in a language no one else understands. I touch your hand and I wonder; In our new voice, these fingers are our lips. Does that make this a kiss?
This time I'll write without your name. You're amazing. That's really all there is to say, apart from what I said before, which I will repeat for nobody's benefit; Words can't ever catch something's essence, but yours get damn close. To some people, they probably do.
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This time I'll write without your name.
You're amazing.
That's really all there is to say, apart from what I said before, which I will repeat for nobody's benefit;
Words can't ever catch something's essence, but yours get damn close.
To some people, they probably do.
And Nobody is gratefull, for you writing that.
Je t'aime.
J'adore.
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