I can't find the words to make you understand what you're doing to me. I'm speechless, I went blank and I can't seem to remember how to write or speak again. It's as if you're teaching me a knew language one I never new of because only you spoke it and it makes me feel as if I discovered a new way to communicate I don't quite seem to figure out completely. A new language where holding your hand holds more words than Cervantes could ever think of, more images than Monet could ever think of painting, a new language where talking to you makes time stop in order to listen to you speak, where your eyes hold more beauty than all the landscapes a pilot has ever seen, where your hand in mine makes my heart race more than anything I've experienced before, where time is there for us, where the word "Rush" does not exist, a language created around you, for you but for me to figure out. And so I write, or try to, about you, about how You and I when the time was right got so far.
