Not Enough Words

Dear love,

I wish I had the words to convey the depth of what I carry for you.

No written words ever feel like enough. It’s as if language itself were insufficient, barely able to touch the surface of what you are to me.

Still, I keep trying, because across the distance, silence somehow feels... worse.

I feel you with me in my day to day, in my mind. And more than almost anything, I wish for the day when I get to sit with you in the evening. The quiet of finally not having to miss you.

Worse than distance are the rare moments in which I cannot feel you with me at all. When even the inner thread goes quiet, and I am left with the shape of your absence.

You have become the one place that I fully want to remain in.