Amazing.
There is no other word to describe you.
You came into my life by such coincidence and chance.
Now I can't imagine a day passing without seeing you.
The way you just stare into my eyes.
How you always put me at ease with just a kind word.
You felt like my best friend the first day I met you.
The simple way you scan a room and catch my eye.
The way you always seem to be in the right place at the right time.
You brighten my day solely with your presence.
You're perfect in every way possible.
You've given me such hope, such inspiration, such care and concern.
I can hardly imagine myself happy without you in my life.
You're outlook on life opens my eyes.
Our late-night conversations cleanse my mind.
Every word, every smile, every hug is appreciated.
You're my confidant, my colleague, my classmate.
You're my team mate, my partner in crime, but most important, my friend.
There's only one word to describe you, someone who's done so much without realizing it:
Amazing.
Mel "Amazing"
I read his familiar handwriting over and over again. I studied the way he curved his Y's, how he scrawled his signature at the bottom of the paper. Amazing. He swore that was the only word to describe me. No other word did me justice in his mind. I used to think he was trying to get out of being emotional--that he didn't want to open up to me. Now after reading his poem over and over again, I understood.
Everything seemed so obvious--why didn't I understand it before? Why did it take this poem, scrawled so long ago, to make me understand? Our entire friendship now made sense. All the late night talks about nothing, all the hugs and favors, all the phone calls. He was like my big brother. When a guy pissed me off or broke my heart, he was always the one to wipe away my tears or give me a hug. Whenever he got pissed off about something, I'd hold the pad for him to hit or lend him the money to pay for the window he broke. He always used to climb in my window and whisper my name. Wake me up at two in the morning because he needed help studying for Spanish test. We always had each other's backs.
I smiled at the distant memories as I felt the worn paper between my fingertips. I looked out the window, half expecting him to be there. But all I saw were some rather ominous-looking thunderclouds. I shivered at the darkness and pulled my knees up to my chest. I couldn't take my eyes off his poem. His familiar handwriting brought back so many memories I thought I had long forgotten. I closed my eyes and pictured his face in my mind. He was so far away now, probably cooped up in a hotel room somewhere. I hope he sees the same clouds I do. I wonder if he prays to the same stars I do every night. A clap of thunder erupted outside my window as an Aerosmith song came on my radio.
It's amazing
With the blink of an eye
You finally see the light
It's amazing
That when the moment arrives
You know you'll be alright
It's amazing
And I'm saying a prayer
To the desperate hearts tonight
Aerosmith--"Amazing"
Yeah, amazing. There's no other word to describe it, I thought as I picked up a pen and some paper to write to my friend. Amazing.
There is no other word to describe you.
You came into my life by such coincidence and chance.
Now I can't imagine a day passing without seeing you.
The way you just stare into my eyes.
How you always put me at ease with just a kind word.
You felt like my best friend the first day I met you.
The simple way you scan a room and catch my eye.
The way you always seem to be in the right place at the right time.
You brighten my day solely with your presence.
You're perfect in every way possible.
You've given me such hope, such inspiration, such care and concern.
I can hardly imagine myself happy without you in my life.
You're outlook on life opens my eyes.
Our late-night conversations cleanse my mind.
Every word, every smile, every hug is appreciated.
You're my confidant, my colleague, my classmate.
You're my team mate, my partner in crime, but most important, my friend.
There's only one word to describe you, someone who's done so much without realizing it:
Amazing.
Mel "Amazing"
I read his familiar handwriting over and over again. I studied the way he curved his Y's, how he scrawled his signature at the bottom of the paper. Amazing. He swore that was the only word to describe me. No other word did me justice in his mind. I used to think he was trying to get out of being emotional--that he didn't want to open up to me. Now after reading his poem over and over again, I understood.
Everything seemed so obvious--why didn't I understand it before? Why did it take this poem, scrawled so long ago, to make me understand? Our entire friendship now made sense. All the late night talks about nothing, all the hugs and favors, all the phone calls. He was like my big brother. When a guy pissed me off or broke my heart, he was always the one to wipe away my tears or give me a hug. Whenever he got pissed off about something, I'd hold the pad for him to hit or lend him the money to pay for the window he broke. He always used to climb in my window and whisper my name. Wake me up at two in the morning because he needed help studying for Spanish test. We always had each other's backs.
I smiled at the distant memories as I felt the worn paper between my fingertips. I looked out the window, half expecting him to be there. But all I saw were some rather ominous-looking thunderclouds. I shivered at the darkness and pulled my knees up to my chest. I couldn't take my eyes off his poem. His familiar handwriting brought back so many memories I thought I had long forgotten. I closed my eyes and pictured his face in my mind. He was so far away now, probably cooped up in a hotel room somewhere. I hope he sees the same clouds I do. I wonder if he prays to the same stars I do every night. A clap of thunder erupted outside my window as an Aerosmith song came on my radio.
It's amazing
With the blink of an eye
You finally see the light
It's amazing
That when the moment arrives
You know you'll be alright
It's amazing
And I'm saying a prayer
To the desperate hearts tonight
Aerosmith--"Amazing"
Yeah, amazing. There's no other word to describe it, I thought as I picked up a pen and some paper to write to my friend. Amazing.
