Words. The enigmatical and anxious weight of her antiphon whispered every day in the back of my head. The unmistaken feelings dripped helplessly into the abyss of panic-stricken doubt. The three words that gripped tightly around my throat choked a reticent silence that screamed “Stop.” They were words that imperiled an amaranthine barricade that protected my own insecurities. They were words that, in the end, dismantled the selfish encumbrance of not soliciting vulnerability. They were words that swiftly removed the thin blanket of tattered bullet holes called exhaustion. They were words that strummed a diapason that made confidence tap its feet. They were words that made a euphoric mountain climb seem like a walk in the park. They were words that I’m glad you said.