when he spoke, you could feel the emptiness in every word that came out of his mouth. it was the kind of emptiness that made you reminisce about the times that his words weren't empty. when they were full of meaning and emotion and they made you think.
those were my favorite times. the times that the words he spoke were colorful and vibrant. when he spoke in a million circles before he got to the point, but i didn't rush him because it was just so fascinating.
it was so very intriguing to listen to him talk in circles because he refused to censor his thought process for the sake of whoever wasn't willing to hear it.
but that was before.
now, his words are simply dead. he swears that he doesn't need any help, but i refuse to accept that. even though he's not mine and i'm not his, i want to fix him.
and so i made it my mission to put the color back in his words.
