I am in love with the words, the ability to express as the heart speaks. The tears of pain that are begrudgingly given freedom. I am in love. The words that worship the me that I don’t see. The me that I keep hidden. I am in love. The words that say you can be you and that is all you need to be. I am in love. My body and mind respond to those words in ways I have long ago forgotten. I am in love. The only thing I am missing is the heart to release my own words and fall completely in love.