I think I know why the words never come out when I'm with you. I always thought I was to nervous, afraid, or lost my nerve. There will never be words for this love. There never be words for how I look at you. There will never be words for how you look at me when I'm not looking. There are no words for the shy smiles. My heart cries out for you, a song I don't know the words to but is all too familiar. I can't say words that don't exist. I would spend the rest of my life learning languages searching for the right words, and I'd wait the rest of my life for the right time to tell you. Neither exist. That's why we have art. Humanity has spent it's entire existence trying communicate using every way we know how something that I feel when I look into your eyes, hear your voice, see your smile, kiss your lips, or hold your hand. I'll never know what to say but I'm positive you'll understand.
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