But I don't, yet.

All the same, I wish I did have some words to say for you, to scratch at the surface of what I feel or to sum up some part of your meaning. Even if I had to borrow them from someone else.

I'm sure they must be somewhere out there. But probably no-one else's would be quite right.

We'll have to see if I can find some of my own for you by this time next year. I don't know, but I will try.

I know you can wait.