I think I loved you most when we didn't say anything. When there were no words needed to explain ourselves. We felt the way we felt and we didn't need to justify it. The words that others used felt like they were only used to hurt us or hurt themselves. So we kept to a minimum. No words were needed. All we had to do was touch each other to know how we felt.

I remember the first times you touched me. The first was when you needed a pen. All you did was poke my hand but it sent electricity through my whole body and you made me weak. Do you remember the first time I touched you? Oddly enough, I don't. I remember every touch you ever gave me but I don't remember the ones I gave you.

I relied on your eyes. The way they looked for me in a crowd. The way they looked at me when I did something wrong. You never called my name. You didn't know my name. I tried to tell you once but you looked into me and I lost all control of my thoughts. And then I forgot my name.

I stopped loving you today. It might have been what you said. Or maybe it was how you said it. But truth be told, it was the words themselves. We were better without them. The possibilities the words brought weren't for us. We didn't need them. We didn't need these possibilities.