When I was thirteen I found a love letter my father wrote to my mother shortly before their divorce on an old work laptop that I had taken as my own. At the end it said, "I love you more than I can ever say," and it was from this sentence that I first began to understand language or love on any level even though my parents still proceeded to get divorced and I don't know if my father ever gave her that letter or had even written anything else in his life.