you make me feel like my language is hurting you and i am speaking words of love. I give up. I am from an island of spirits where nobody spoke. We showed our love with sliced sweet mangoes and bright red flowers. We showed our love by mending the scrapes on our legs that we got when we would fall running to catch the green and yellow ball. We showed our love when we showed our teeth. When did everything become so complicated? All I said was that I think that you are beautiful. I once said that I would kill and die so that your children would have a place to bounce a green and yellow ball. I should have asked first if you needed that from me, huh?