in my world, we sing very loud

Truth be told, I feel a bit strange dedicating posts.

Candor is a valued quality no longer, and as the flow of our words cease, stoppered by social constrictions, emotion's sheer intensity looks impossible to scale. So I hide, we hide. Preferences for polite present the being as washed out versions of thought. Appreciation of extremes smothered in platitudes for laymen and the illiterate.

If we externalize ourselves, our thoughts by way of action in reality, does the reverse hold true?

I cease to recognize quality, significance, magnitude.

So here, tucked in a dark corner of the world wide web, away from cynicism and pessimism, I want to say.

I love you. Because I love you, I love your generosity, your loyalty, and your sharp sense of humor. I admire all these qualities in you, and more. Your readiness to help out a friend, to freely give favors, and to expend your resources with an endearing smile. Your attempts to listen to half-exhaled, whispered conversations in the dark hours of morning, even if you couldn't understand a word. Your ingenious way with inflection and intonation. I admire your easy-going way with people, your unique way of setting them at ease. I've always told you things in confidence that I know you wouldn't share. I will treasure seeking comfort and leaning on your very capable shoulders. I love your appreciation for romance yet your sensible advice. You're an adventure hunter, but you still don't mind staying up watching cheesy disney movies and laughing. I adore the fact that I can be quiet and loud around you. You've got a way with tech stuff, and display remarkable patience in pedagogy, be it with technical terms or guitar lessons.You're dedicated. Who else would wait outside for twenty minutes without a phone? That meant a lot to me, even if I was passed out and my parents turned you away. You have an adorable, shy and humble way about you. I think you know what your strengths are, and are modest when unaware. An endearing quality, to be sure. I can trust you with responsibility and fun time. You can take my nonsensical emotional and jumbled self in the mornings and my silly doggy-piling self.

So, hands over shoulders and waists, pink umbrella and trapper hat, rain boots and sandals, there wouldn't be anyone else I'd rather be trudging (and laughing) my way with through a downpour.

I can love you without words. I already do.

But sometimes, I don't know how else to communicate the hows or whys.

"I like the way youre not afraid
Youve got the world planned in your mind
People say you cannot do it
But they dont know a friend like you

The girl you love has gone away
Still too young to know her heart
Shell return her love renewed
Cause shell never find a friend like you

When I had no one to call
All the world had shut me down
I showed up at your door so blue
Thank God I had a friend like you

Any times Ive gone without
A home, a meal, a pair of shoes
If you had three youd give me two
There aint no other friend like you"