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Words, words, words. Thousands upon thousands of pointless meaningless words, so many exclamations and utterances half forgotten after less than a moment, never remembered again. They are nothing, ethereal, unseen and often unheard, and yet they are. They exist in our minds, our hearts, they take form and are given power. They grow, multiply, turn into ideas, revelations, revolutions. What stronger weapon does a man possess than his words? And yet what else can make a man so very weak? What else can break the human spirit apart, with a piercing blow right into the soul? And yet, there is also the power to mend, the healing power of a sentence one is so desperate to hear. Thank you. I love you. You are important. You are meaningful. You are strong. You matter. I see you. I understand you. I am not blind to your pain. I am here for you. I am here with you. I remember. I miss you. I will never forget. I promise. I do.
Me, to you (via heartsworldsapart)
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