When you have a million things to say, sometimes nothing comes out. It’s all there on the tip of your tongue, but somehow it won’t leave your mouth. You search your head, you search your heart, for just the right words. Nothing seems to fit. All your thoughts are fragmented, only coherent to you. This is when you wish he could read your heart. You wish he knew the words that rest inside, the words you long to speak. You search his eyes, hoping for a sign that he knows.