I was just silent.

And maybe it was mean to be so silent, but the weight of the future is just a little bit too heavy, and maybe I like you a little bit too much.

The best things were happening, but they were happening all at once, so that they were worst and all the colors were running together, making me feel like I was soon to need new glasses, or a new brain, or a whole new perspective.

And your words aren’t enough; I have all kinds of words, and you wouldn’t believe how many it takes to make a difference.