Trapped between my mind and mouth are the words I wish I had spoken to you. The unspoken holds the secret of my entire concealed world, a sphere I fantasize sharing with you. Reflecting on the words bottled up inside of me, most are hollow. The exception are the three that hold the truth; I love you. I've always wondered where all my unspoken words go. Do they just disintegrate or melt into pure nothingness in the back of my throat? Perhaps they're trapped behind my incomprehensible feelings, or behind my fear and uncertainty. I find myself fighting back tears of frustration as I realize that I've been living my life drowning in an ocean of unspoken words.