Walking late the moonlight illuminating the path ahead…tried to speak and say something profound…but all I could do was gasp for air…the cold that once shocked me…now my body was getting used…my hands were trembling…my jaw was chattering…
My hands were in my pockets…trying anything to keep warm…then you told me that you were right there by my side…you offered me your hand…but it felt strange to offer you my hand…would your warmth radiate…would it be okay…to tell you that your my best friend…
Trying to speak…not able to got me thinking…the times we are together…are filled with joy and laughing…most of the time…we have a plan…where and when we will meet…what happens when I am with you…is anybody’s guess…at the same time…its our love for each other…that keeps everything warm…
When you need help…when you don’t know what to do…when I am up late…my mind won’t stop thinking…when my heart is tender…that is when you remind me…that we’ve come so far together…and when I repeat your words back…those are my favorite memories…