Words are just words to some people, but to me they are so much more. I revel in words. They are the outward pictures of what I am thinking, feeling, experiencing.
And yet words are not enough.
When all is said and done a word can't put its arms around me, or place itself between me and what might destroy me. It can only hold up the possibilities for those things to happen.
I choose my words carefully and I know you do too. That's what makes us so perfect for each other.
We have felt the battering of words against our souls. We know how exquisitely rare unbridled love is. We are willing to take down all the walls that stand between us and bare our most vulnerable selves to each other, knowing the other could destroy us.
But won't.
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