You mean something untranslatable. - Mary-Louise Parker

Enraged is the wrong word, but I felt like I wanted to kick you in the shins and then make you banana bread. I wanted to key your car and take you out for dim sum. It was admiration, passion and that voice of yours all mushing together and disarming me, making me want smash something and kiss someone.

We all miss you something fierce, those of us who wouldn't exist had you not kept walking when an ordinary person would have fallen to their knees. To convey in any existing language how I miss you isn't possible. It would be like blue trying to describe the ocean.

Make her something warm to drink in the mornings and give her time to begin speaking; only rush at her with an embrace or a gemstone. Wildflowers. A love note. Yeats.