When I'm laying awake in bed on a sleepless night,
I often think of you.
I think of the way you laughed
The way you cried on the phone with me.
The way when you kissed me while you were smiling.
The way you sighed.
The way you chuckled softly and brushed off a compliment.
But most of all,
I think of the way you made everything I was doing seem better when you were around.

You* think you're boring.
I* think you're the most exciting person in the world.
You think you're ugly.
I think you're the most gorgeous person on the planet.
You think you're stupid.
I think you're a genius.
You think you have flaws.
I think you're more perfect than anything I've ever seen.
You think you're not good enough.
I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.
No matter what you think, I'll always think you're amazing.

Do you remember the day we met?
On that cold winter day in that little coffee shop?
I do.
I remember walking in, you sitting there, waiting for your friend that wasn't coming.
I wonder what you thought when I walked in.
You didn't see me.
You didn't even look up from your coffee.
But I saw you.
You were one of the most gorgeous girls I'd ever seen, even if your hair was a little messy, and you weren't wearing make up.
You were beautiful.
You are beautiful.
I remember going up and ordering my drink.
I remember just looking at you, and wishing I could talk to you.
Then I realized I could talk to you.
There was nothing holding me back.
So I went and asked you if I could sit there, you looked surprised.
It was then I realized while looking into your eyes, that you weren't one of the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen.
You were the most beautiful.
I sat down, and we talked.
It was the worst conversation in the world, but I loved every second of it.
It was perfect.
You were perfect.
I think about that day sometimes.
And then I start to miss you.
I always miss you.
I think I'm in love with you.
I am in love with you.