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The most concrete kind of love is one for language. It’s the first relationship we really have. Communication. From the beginning, we cling to syllables and vowels and pronouns for dear life. First come the caution words. “Don’t.” “Danger.” “Stop.” “No.” Those teach us how to stay alive. Next comes the sentiment. “I miss you.” “I hate you.” “I love you.” Everything is basic until you reach the last phase. Questions. “How?” “Why?” “Why not?” “Should I?” “Shouldn’t I?” People start asking you for answers you don’t have. So, after all this time and dependence dedicated to simple combinations of letters, you realize. You realize that you love words. But they fail you. They give you a means, but no understanding of how to get to your destination. They create the illusion of security. You’re trapped.