I often think of you.
In the coolness of the day. When the darkness begins to give way for the rays of the sun to stretch out itself, making it clear the world sure is a beautiful place.
I often think of you.
On days that are particularly busy. The ones that come in a sac with chaos and madness. The ones that make it seem like the world is doing a 360 in an instance.
I often think of you.
The contrasting being you can be. The calmness of your spirit yet so stormy in the best of moments. The Lion versus the lamb in you. The power you hold.
I often think of you.
How you love me even when I am not so lovable, how you would literally separate the sea to come to my rescue. How you carefully listen to my stories. Some of which you’ve heard a time too many but still smile at the right moment and ask the follow up questions you know the answers to.
I often think of you.
Because the thought of you makes me giddy. Because the thought of you has grown on me as fast as the althea. Because the thought of you is my special place where you and I can be alone uninterrupted.
“I often think of you”
– Anonymous
