“i can’t do this with you anymore” words whispered in the dark that shatter a heart into shards that cut deep deep into the memories memories of whispers and hands between strands of hair brushed behind ears “i love you” in no words at all the flutter of lips against cheeks the laughter the smiles those ones that always reached the eyes “i can’t do this with you anymore” but it has been done in a thousand little moments that will linger for eternity the question, it seemed, would always remain: cannot or will not?