I really can't find the perfect words to explain certain people or certain events or certain feelings at certain moments under a certain amount of daylight. Once you find words to fit the situation you want to explain, you end up thinking "Oh god that wasn't enough."
It's true. And it gives you that unsatisfactory gut feeling that sort of feels like a mix of a tickle and an itch.
You're lovely. Let's just say "lovely" is a pot full of extraordinary stuff and let's just say I love the way you strut and the way you look under morning light. Let's just say you're a pot of lovely.
Oh god that wasn't enough.
And let's just say you like another person and I am perfectly okay with the fact that this person is waaaaay better than me because I am a raisin, or that oatmeal that nobody wants. Like, ever. Please just accept the fact that I may/may not like you in some sort of strange way that everybody experiences, but it's hard for me to deal with. Please don't be stupid. You know what I mean.
Your whole existence is attached to my life now. And those strings will never break. These footprints are permanent, buddy.
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