down in the valley

some people have perfect side profiles. some hold on tight until you feel and smell like them. some girls have eyes like crystals; others laugh like wooden wind chimes. some sit quietly with you and read your thoughts. some giggle in an accent and think the very same thoughts.
some people tap to Switchfoot and you've known them your entire life. others wish orcs weren't animated, or glance at you like you've always been in their lives. some are a thousand miles away but you still expect them to walk into the sanctuary each Sunday. some people drink dopios and tea lattes and you wonder who kisses them goodnight. some agonize over life with you in a friend's kitchen. you wonder how you'll survive so many months without them.
some people are special, and you love to remind them of that fact
some will never know their impact on you
some are sad; some talk too loudly; some are klutzy
some you only see in photos; some smile like the end of Harry Potter; some can't sleep for joy of being alive.
these people are beautiful, and I love them all.