Words. So many words.
Sometimes words are impossible to forget.
There are those words that will always make you smile. An “I’m getting married” from a good friend. The whispered “I love you”s from the pillow next to yours. Or perhaps the “It’s so good to see you” accompanied by the embrace from a loved one who lives far away.
Then there are those others. The ones you can’t forget. The picture captions that have seared themselves into your memory, unexpectedly returning to the forefront of your brain and forcing tears from your eyes. The emails you don’t see coming, “I don’t think we should be friends anymore.” The horrific ones you can feel rolling off your tongue in explanation, even as they feel foreign and ungainly, the ones you choke on and can barely even say, and when you finally do it feels like someone else saying them entirely.
Sometimes words are impossible to adequately use.
I hate you. I love you. How could you? What were you thinking? You’re not who I thought you were. I’ll always be here for you. I can’t have your back on this. I’m hurting. I miss you.
Never the right words. Never good enough. Never fully articulating what you want to say.
Sometimes there aren’t enough words. In all the languages in all the world, dialects, derivatives, words not even in use, there aren’t enough. Some things are completely indescribable.
So many words.