Your Words

Out of the thousands of words I read today, the four you wrote stand out, a handful of ordinary words forming a simple sentence. I know what it means, but perhaps it means something more. The futile examination begins.

Watch me read your words once and then again. See me mentally roll the sound around as I try to hear you say them, attempting to extract a tone and facial expression. Laugh as I try to gauge interest and importance or glean meaning and emotion. Roll your eyes as I try to read between the line.

This compact sentence isn't an inflatable raft. If I pull the comma, it won't expand into a full-blown explanation. It isn't densely packed with multiple meanings or hidden layers. Yet, stare in bewilderment as I attempt to peel it like an onion.

I need to step back and question my thought process. There is nothing to gain from overanalyzing and now I feel silly for getting caught up in it. What I read is what I get. The words say what they mean and nothing more. I wish I had accepted the fact sooner.