Are there words to describe what we feel? Have our emotions transcended what our words can describe, can they only scratch the surface of what is really happening underneath on a deeper level? Can a camera shutter capture our adventures in true detail or should we rely on our memories to define our journeys on gravel roads covered with leaves? Is a text message a viable medium for our conversations, can our words even convey our exchanges like our eyes can? Could we find a song that describes us or should we write our own?

No, what we feel is beyond that. We have leapt into the lake previously forbidden; we have adventured to the edge of what we have known. I can’t imagine a simple frame holding all that a picture of us together can release. Our glances are full of the emotion, but if we must I will gladly lay beside you just talking of the most random things, because that connection between us is enough. I have searched long and hard to find lyrics that fit us the best with no avail, so as we journey we write our own. Maybe one day, one day, I can sing this song to you and memories will flood your mind of the times we’ve had.

A collection of other people’s words are all I have to give to you, I hope they are enough. I was never as creative as you with your elegant prose, your beauty transferred to a page. What I have is not fancy words, what I have is not something pretty to look at by any means. I can only offer you what I feel. Regardless of how awkward I may be, I hope you can see past this ugly physical shell to see the real me. I’m sorry you aren’t as fortunate as I, who gets to gaze into your eyes and see not only the inner beauty of your soul, but the outer beauty that I hope you come to realize.