My mind is blank. My capacity is limited. I no longer have anything to say. Instead of words, I shall use actions. Actions speak louder than words. A phrase that has always baffled me. Acting is not something I am skilled at. Rather, words are my preferred choice of communication. But perhaps in this case, I need to learn to make better use of myself and do something I’ve never actually done before: try. You say I don’t need to try, but I must. Not trying can not and will not cut it anymore. All good things must come to an end, but I want this to last forever. Nay, for even forever seems too short. I will stop myself here. I want to do more. I want to do more than just write to you. I want you to hear my words as I hold you.
Always, dear.
