I have known not a word which is said more than it is unsaid. What made me say this, remains unsaid too. Introduce yourself to some of the words I say in a next few lines and think of a place, when your heart ran cold before saying these and your throat too must have stopped.

‘I miss you.’

‘I Love you’

‘It is paining’

‘Don’t leave’

‘I cannot see you cry.’

And some more-

‘I lied.’

‘I was waiting for you.’

‘I am angry/upset/worried.’

‘I saw you cry.’

‘I know you’re hurt.’

What you say instead gets more Interesting. Interesting, because the words you utter to replace the words that actually stood at the tip of your tongue, convey the entirely opposite meaning of what you really wanted to say.

‘I don’t care.’

‘Don’t bother’

‘It is okay.’

‘Never mind’

‘I am fine.’

You try comforting your tears with napkins that grow pale as you blow your grief into them. Your tongue turns a villain to the people you love. Everything in front of you rusts. You wait for the knives to grow old and blunt. Blunt enough that you forget about them at all.

The ones who never knew about you, will never know. Because I have known not a word which is said more than it is unsaid.

-AXA