I am a word person. Words are the best way I express myself. Words are my love language. I commit words of love and support to memory, holding them close and cherishing them. Likewise, I commit words of cruelty to memory. So words can both haunt me and heal me.
But perhaps equally powerful and damning is silence. Silence - when words are so desperately needed - are punitive. They leave words to the imagination, and imagination is a cruel companion in the midst of silence. Worse yet is when one begs for words, for explanations and understanding, for a connection.....and silence is the only response. It is cruel. Intentionally cruel. Destructive. Selfish. Cowardly. Ugly.
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