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 I think of them. They can't scream what I really want to say. They
are the mask of how I 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. What are three words worth? Nothing. But we say them anyway,
because you know. You know, more than anyone what they mean. You know when I say I love you,
I really mean that those three words can't describe what it is we have. When I say you're amazing,
I know 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 share, a disguised version of our adventures together. And I really believe
that you know, when I say I miss you, it's not just that. I miss you every moment, and I miss just 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.

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