I Abhor Language

    I hate language. It was my first culture, my first truth, and that's all I know. Do you see? 'Pretty,' 'beautiful,' or even 'perfect' doesn't encapsulate you. I can't describe you in words, and that frustrates me. No. What is frustration?

    I can't "love" you, 'love' falls short of illustrating the entirety of you. You are more than everything I know, and I don't quite understand what I mean by that. So the best way to put this is,

    You are my first truth.

    Do you read me?