I am so heavily addicted to your words. When they are directed towards me I feel this swell of passion, compassion, longing and love. Directed towards others and I feel a twinge of pain, but pride. I hate sharing your words, I want them all to myself. I want to bury myself in every thought you have, every nuance of every sentence. Oh, and yet – I want to see your words fly. I want them to reach the corners of the world and come back to you, homing pigeons sending your love and comfort, and bringing you back all the assurances I can not give you.
My words seem so small next to yours. My words are fragile where yours are strong! My words are meaningless where yours are iron-clad. Your words create change, change lives. Your words changed mine!
I wish my words were enough for you. I wish my words meant more to you.
I wish my words could change your life. They try.
And now, even my words are addicted to yours.
Lemme hear from you!