Communication has always been a weakness of mine. I don’t say what I feel, or I don’t say what I mean, or how I mean it, or when. Words are tough, unreliable things. But lately, I’ve been storing them up. There’s something I want to say, but I haven’t figured out how to say it yet. Words build inside me like living things, making homes in the parts of me I try not to think about. 

Lately I’ve been thinking about everything I remember about you. The big moments, the good and the bad. And the little moments. The tiny parts of you that stuck to me, parts you probably don’t even think about. The small, insignificant things that make you a part of me. I wonder if I’m stuck in you that way.

I hope, one day, I’ll find the words for what I want to say. I hope that when I say it, I say it right this time.

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