They don’t make words big enough.
Not for you.
Not for us.
They don’t make a word big enough to tell you how amazing you are.
They don’t make a word that can summarize the life I see in you. Or the hope.
They don’t make a word that equals your potential, your strengths, your goals.
They don’t make a word big enough to mean you.
They don’t make a word wonderful enough to tell you how beautiful you are to me.
Sunsets can’t capture it. Waterfalls can’t rival it.
You are so spectacular in every way that no word I could write-
or speak or sing could come close to telling you what I see when I see you.
They don’t make words to tell you how much I will miss you if we say goodbye.
A thousand of them would fall utterly short of it.
I have looked for them. Sought in anxious moments with my pen in hand,
As I tried to tell you that my heart will always reach for yours no matter the distance.
I tried to write about how I would think of you daily.
I tried to write about how sometimes I smile for no reason because I remember something you said. Wrote about the times where my eyes filled with tears and no one knew why.
I tried to tell you so you would know how much I will miss you. But there are not words for it.
They don’t make words big enough to tell you how much I love you.
For oh, more than anything else I wish that I could tell you this.
I wish that in one word I could tell you all the thousands of ways
That you make me love you more every day.
I wish there were words for me to tell you the way I feel when you smile,
Or the way your laugh always makes me laugh to.
I wish there were words for the little things I love about you.
The way you straighten your hair, or that face you make when you’re thinking.
I have looked for these words.
But they don’t exist.
There are no words big enough. For you.
So all I can do is hug you and hope my heart pressing next to yours
Will whisper things that I cannot say. All I can do is pray for you,
And know that God watches over you, and hope you know that I am too.
They may not make words big enough.
But they have made tears. They have made laughter.
And sunrises and sunsets and full moons and long summer days.
They have made whispered conversations, and late night phone calls.
I wish I could tell you how much you mean,
so I will just have to show you… and hope you understand.
I love you.