W is for words.

They're cutting words from the dictionary, shrinking the store of already inadequate words so that each day it becomes more difficult to select the one that perfectly expresses exactly this thing that I feel. Love, honor, devotion, they fall flat and feel cliched. Hate, sorrow, contrition, they fall short and feel anemic. I've lost so much already I cannot bear to lose my words as well, and would that I had a neologist to name whatever this is I feel, whatever this is that I feel for you, I would finally know what to whisper in my sleep. You ruined me, and I swear I will never feel whatever this is that I feel for you ever, ever again.