I Can't Even Say Your Name.

There is someone I miss very, very much so. It doesn't work. Not that we don't work, but it doesn't work.

I don't like missing people. It makes me feel so vulnerable and insecure. A constant barrage of wondering if they miss me, too. And if they don't...then what am I doing?

But this secret missing, it's tugging on my mind, until I can't even seem to write straight.

I breathe in. I breathe out. I feel your name in my lungs and in my throat, and I wonder how I can release you without speaking it aloud.