I mumble love, over and over again. If you could hear the cacophony of deafening repetition and uncertainly in my voice, you would think I was 6 years old again; scared of the words that fell off my ESL teachers tongue—unsure of what they meant, and afraid that I would never be able to understand them. 14 years have gone by, and words still puzzle me (and not just the big ones). I am at complete loss of the complexity of words, especially the exuberant life that lives inside them. They are no longer just nouns, verbs, adjectives, adverbs, prepositions, subjects and objects. But also a shadow of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words corrupt, they ignite, and more importantly, they limit. As I mumble love, I think of you. I realize now what my ESL teacher forgot to mention: there isn’t a word for everything. Especially a love like ours."