They had never met yet every word he wrote cast a spell over her. The enchanted moments were all that she had. He was far away but his words weren’t. They held her in a tight embrace on a cold night. They left a lingering fragrance around her. She was drenched in his perfume.
“I read her eyes like paragraphs and her tears like chapters, for she didn’t have much to say with words, but rather, silence. And never let them tell you that silence, isn’t beautiful. For silence is what happens when words fall asleep and you must carry the belief that one day they will wake up inside of you.”
Words are funny, they flow out uncontrollably when you want them to stop but refuse to budge when you have to say a lot. Words are deceptive, they make you believe you own them, while they rule you silently. Words are confusing, sometimes they are too many, other times they are too few. Sometimes they are vain, other times they are shy. Sometimes they are honest when you wish they were a lie. Some of them hurt, some of them heal, some of them hide, others reveal. There are words which leave scars on your soul, then there are those that make you feel whole. Words that weigh you down and words that set you free. Words are magical, pick up a pen and start writing, they will take you where you want to be.
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