And I said...

Those words.

On impulse, sometimes it seems as if my heart controls every bit of muscle in my body. One second of vulnerability is all it takes to sync everything together. My heart and my mind... my heart and my arms... my heart and my eyes... my heart and my mouth.

The heart indeed holds on to things the mind would rather forget.

And I already said all the things I said. I've written all the words that I've written. I cannot take them back.

I don't mean to take them back... because I meant them all.

Just when I think no one can ever understand, the last person I expected to see through me was the one who was able to read between the lines. Sigh... so I guess that makes us even.

And I already said the things I said.

That is what happens when exasperation wins over the will to keep things silent... and when the heart feels nothing but remorse and misery, what else could it do?

What else could it do?

And I already said the things I said...

I spoke of the truth.