30 October 2015 19:10 pm*
I can feel my heart begin to race, my stomach drops, and my eyes begin to crave your smile at just the thought or sound of your name.
I begin to wish the hours ran like snails after a rain storm.
Never wishing it could come to an end, because you're the best thing in my life and it isn't going to be alright if you once again drift away at civil dusk.
When you're away my mind swims deep in oceans of memories for a single hint of  your touch, your smell, your taste,
but all I can seem to find are our stealthy memories that don't compare.