What I Haven't Got

I used to think that writing something could fix anything, that I could build bridges out of words so that our lives could keep intersecting. I used to think that I could create a happy ending, which would be an ending that we deserved. I used to think that words meant more than anything. That they were finite and substanstial. But I never thought that they were small and inconsequential. I loved words and they failed me. What does that teach you about life?