It's only words,

I spoke to someone today who knew you, and she said she knew I loved you and it immediately occurred to me that she didn't have a clue, how could this stranger possibly know how the only thing I ever had to do was fit my face into the curve of your shoulder and fill my lungs with the scent of you and I felt like nothing else mattered? How your hand, it fit mine. How no matter where we were or who we were with you coming to you was always like coming home; familiar, safe and never different.

But that's when she quit looking at me like I was insane as I started to sweat at just the mention of you name, you don't have to say I love you to say I love you, she said with a shrug. All you have to do is say his name and I know. Intrigued and scared what might happen if I opened my mouth or move I maintained frozen. Can't you hear it? she said. When you love someone, you say their name different. Like it's safe inside your mouth.

I began wondering again, if even just the mention of my name made you twitch or subconsciously made you start sifting your way back through the memories, or what it was like that day you suddenly decided I no longer meant anything to you.

If you give someone your heart and they take it, do they take it with them? Do you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that can't be filled?