I once met a girl who loved words.
She spoke the words from her heart, words that somehow managed to inspire everyone
Words that somehow managed to inspire me.
But when she was hurting, words escaped her.
She became wordless
Noiseless
Silent.
It pained me to see her so lost for words
For when she was so, she lost her
personality
Her individuality
Herself.
I once met a girl who loved words
I would love to meet her again... but I think she is lost once more.

To be or not to be, that is the question
To be infuriated at the questions or to mask the hurt you are feeling
To be disappointed in your lost or to be grateful for your dealings
To be anxious about tomorrow or to savour the peaceful minutes of today
To be happy if, after all that has happened, he miraculously chooses to stay