on language of love

And there is vanish mode, there is silence, there are solo journey's, unfilled journals, unposted letters, unread poetries, shared drinks, tea moments, longer distances driven through, slow drives, random things, untouched kisses,  random thoughts, feel a miss a lot, emojis, pics occassionally, not really sure how to things...oh i am dying moments...limits of language is the limit of our world...oh no moment of any kind...just a little more things...and you are the reason for the love of the day of the day of the day of the day of the day of the day of the day of the day.......