Mia Sheridan

I think love is a concept, and each person has an individual word for what sums it up for them. My word for love is “Bree.”

Because doing it made me feel like you were coming back, like you’d be home soon.

love was all about learning to speak a person’s language.

You brought the silence,

The most beautiful sound I’d ever heard,

Because it was where you were.

And now you’ve taken it away.

Only you, only ever you.

then continued in sign so that he would have to look back at me.

Do whatever you want.

didn't know enough to dream you, Bree, but somehow you came true anyway. How did that happen? He rubbed his nose along mine, pausing and then pulling back again. Who read my mind and knew exactly what I wanted, even when I didn't?

None of them are the man I love. I shook my head slightly and then continued. And I was going to try to wait until maybe you were ready to say it, too, but… I can't. Because it literally wants to burst out of me all the time. And so it's okay if you don't love me, or if you're not sure if you do. But I'm sure. And I can't stand letting another minute go by where I don't tell you I love you, because I do. I. Love. You. I love you so much.

I realized that people's reactions had more to do with them, more to do with who they were, than anything about me.