when words seem inadequate.

i met you

in an english classroom.

appropriate, no?

we bonded

over our love for the expression

that language allows us

sharing stories

fiction

and nonfiction

from across the desks.

now, words seem to have failed me

as i try to express

the love i feel for you

my friend

you showed me

many of my favorites:

favorite books

favorite songs

and even favorite people,

that i have today.

you taught me

to do the impossible

“walking on frozen water with knives attached to my feet”

holding my freezing hands

and steadying my shaky mess of an attempt

until i could skate

without killing myself or anyone else in the proccess.

you made me

love queen even more

where bohemian rhapsody

became a bit of an anthem

screamed in pouring rain

on ice skates

and on empty stages.

you dowsed me

with seemingly hundreds

of perfumes.

you sang with me

playing your guitar

and singing with bone-microphones.

and you loved me

when i couldn’t love myself.

i trust you.

you helped me

and were there for me

when i told you

things i had never told anyone.

you offered your hand

and your understanding.

i admire you.

you are one of

the strongest i know.

and you might not think so,

yet you are here.

you are alive.

i know that you understand me

and i know that i could tell you

anything.

i love you.

i love you to the stars

and back

and i want you to know

that i am here for you.

i will be there

to steady your hands

like you steadied mine

while gliding over ice

and I will be there

to take the weight

off of your shoulders.

i know

that i can’t do everything

but the things i can do

i will do.

i may not know all of you

but i do know

i do know that i love all of you.

all of you.

Now, as I try to express

my love for you

the words that we have bonded over

dont seem adequate

for my emotions.

“I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.”

― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief