I don’t really know what I want. Who I want. What I want to be. Where I want to live. I don’t really know much. But I know you. I know the curve of your smile and the feel of your laugh against my lips. I know the calloused touch of your finger tips running over my thighs and your warm breath fanning over my face as you sleep. I know you like your coffee with one cream and three sugar which is by far too many and I know you know I think that. I know A Walk to Remember is the only movie that can make you tear up and you might love Disney movies just as much as I do. But you’d never admit that. I know that when I look up at the stars I think of you because you’re a star. Bright and bold standing out among the vast darkness surrounding you. I know that I don’t know you. I know that I wish I did. I wish that I could stop thinking about you. But I don’t know if I can.
My thoughts at 3am
