Sometimes, I look at you and words flow out of me, out of the depths of nothingness giving a meaning to the meaningless in my life. Sometimes, only one word from you makes me feel like a prophet, a philosopher holding all the answers to the mysteries around me in my hands. Sometimes, I think of you and only one word shows up in my heart and before my eyes and it throws me down to the abyss of worlds untrodden. And sometimes, I am at loss; at loss for words, not even one that could wipe away the fears of admitting what I feel for you.