An awkward title, but it suits what I’m about to post. I stumbled upon this quote a few days ago when I was on Tumblr (I’ve already reblogged it on my own Tumblr page. I thought it really described how I was feeling and what I was thinking at that time. These sorts of thoughts are still at the forefront of my consciousness, so reblogging about it, and reading it aloud sometimes helps to ease my mind a little.
I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you. How good you look when you smile. How much I love your laugh. I daydream about you off and on, replaying pieces of our conversations; laughing at funny things that you said or did. I’ve memorised your face and the way that you look at me. I catch myself smiling again at what I imagine. I wonder what will happen the next time we are together and even though neither of us know what the future holds, I know one things for sure; you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.