Of Words

But is the loudest silence I've known in a while.

I'd love to.

That's great.

I would really like it.

That promise I made.

But carries within it disappointment, pain, rejection. Its business is to let down, let go, make done with. I know, the opposite can be true. Just like the opposite is a lot less common than not. In which case, it only illustrates false hope.

I hate it most when I have need for but. Especially when it goes between two sentences, as wont to do, the former in past tense, the latter a reference to the future. Such a dispairing play of holding onto what was, and grasping onto what never will be.