In the silence of a hug

I guess I had a list of things I wanted to say. Yet i couldn't bring myself to speak them out loud. I wonder if you knew what they were. I wonder if my actions were enough to make you understand. But you know me, don't you? If I speak I'm vulnerable, if I don't I'm regretful. And these goodbyes are the worst, it seems as though we're constantly living on borrowed time. Aggravated by the fact that you always gather the right words to say while I simply trade mine for the pain my eyes can't hide. But not many people know me like you do, reading my thoughts was something you picked up as a routine, rendering my speech overrated ever since. Still all this things left unsaid I just wish to be able to speak them one day. Even if you already know, you should hear me say them. You deserve it.