Words over Action

Shivers—the kind that tumbles down your lower back and spreads from flesh to soul; like an icy wind-blow that frightens you at the first lick of quiet winter. You zip up tighter, pulling up the collar of your much-too-thin jacket. A single thought of her warmth embracing you, the electricity that was so real but short-lived, passes through one of the distant channels in your mind. The pain of "[having] the memory of an elephant"; to have the ability to forgive but not forget. You hear her voice in the music you listen to; see her in the bleachers of your old high school stadium; feel her from the library of unspoken books that forever turn love into a question without answers. What is this emotion, but thin fabric sewn for the purpose of being ripped apart?

She's gone, but unforgettable.

Here. Always here. But you don't want her to be. Like an itch of affection you can't get rid of.

Inseparable, you believed the two of you were. She was the balance in your chaotic self, the antidote for a life not worth living. If only she understood that. To know she was the air you breathed in abundance; a beautiful star in a dull, grey-meshed sky that radiated the Sun's warmth a hundred folds, and maybe another hundred.

Sometimes the world misleads you into thinking you're deranged. The passion you feel is intoxicating, perpetual, forever growing. Time has frozen over, stuck in reverse; replaying the kiss you thought couldn't get better. But it did. It fucking turned from amazing to ineffable. Your empathic sense turned to its highest output level. You can practically feel her brown hair flowing from your fingertips and the sweet niche that covers from ear to neck.

Deafening heart—

Beats like music fill your ears.

You exhale; you feel lighter; something's amiss—her.

Side note: I know this story went off-the-rails a little, but my objective was to show how powerful words are when telling someone you love them. Sometimes opening yourselves up to that person is all you need to do.