I have the most incredible friends in the universe, but I have no idea how to express it properly.
If emotions were constellations, mine would be a scattered map of stars, trying to form patterns but never quite managing to align them into something coherent. I orbit around these bright, wonderful people, amazed at their warmth, their brilliance, their gravitational pull—yet constantly feeling like I’m speaking in broken signals, sending out transmissions that don’t quite reach their intended frequency.
It’s strange because I know I have this chaotic, ENFP energy that should make me naturally good at expressing myself. But somehow, when it comes to showing appreciation, my words drift into the void, lost somewhere between intention and execution. Social skills have always been a nebulous terrain for me—I can feel everything intensely, but articulating it? That’s where I freeze. It’s like knowing you have a supernova inside you but only managing to send out a flickering spark.
Maybe it’s because I get overwhelmed by how much I care. When the weight of all my affection and admiration presses down on me, it can be too much to handle. There are moments when I want to scream into the cosmic abyss about how cool my friends are, how much I admire their art, their kindness, their unique way of seeing the world. I want to shout from the mountaintops, telling the universe how deeply grateful I am for their presence, how they light up the darkness like distant stars.
But instead, I freeze. My words hesitate at the tip of my tongue, too fragile and imperfect to capture even a fraction of what I feel. I wonder if I will ever find the perfect constellation of words that could truly reflect the depth of my emotions. And so I shy away from speaking them, worried that no matter how hard I try, it won’t be enough. The enormity of my feelings feels too vast, like trying to express the size of the universe with a single sentence.
Sometimes I even wonder if I’m too much of a dreamer, too caught up in my own internal galaxy to properly show the people around me just how much they mean to me. But even so, I know that deep down, they can feel it, even if I can’t quite put it into words. My feelings don’t always have to be neatly packaged. Maybe the beauty is in the mess—the scattered stardust that still shines brightly, even in its imperfect form.
So here I am, trying again. A love letter written in stardust and awkward metaphors. To my friends: You are galaxies, infinite and full of wonder. Your light is the glow that guides me through moments of doubt and darkness. Just by existing, you make the world a little brighter, a little more meaningful. Even when I struggle to find the right words, please know that I see you, I appreciate you, and I am endlessly grateful to be in your orbit.
Maybe I’ll never be great at expressing it the way I want to. But I’ll keep trying. I’ll send out little beacons of gratitude into the night sky, hoping they’ll reach you. Each flicker, each glimmer, is meant for you. It’s a silent promise, wrapped in the glow of stars, that I’ll always carry you with me, even if my words fall short.
✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: *:･ﾟ✧
Thank you for reading till here… 💜
Appreciate it man, thank
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