i'll leave these words unsaid.

sometimes, the words that mean the most are the ones left unsaid. or omitted. or buried. the closer they get to the surface, the further they are pushed down again. until one day... when they need to be spoken, the surface can no longer be found. out of breath and gasping for air, the words drown below the surface. perhaps, it is a matter of timing. the right moment. or maybe, its a matter of choice. choosing to speak. to take a risk. to open your heart. there's a chance the words will be left in the air, but they will be in the open. free to float around. free to feel. free to move. and someday, maybe they'll find their way back to where your heart lies. and if they don't - then maybe they will find something new. for, words can be ambigious, open to varying interpretations and responses. some matter. some don't. but how will you know the reaction if you never speak? how will you find the courage to speak again and again if your mouth remains closed in the midst of heavy stakes? words mean something. let them be heard.