I feel excited just thinking about the day we'll meet.
Everyday it's on my mind.
The way we'd run to each other after we caught each others eyes.
How we'd embrace each other.
You'd goof around messing up my hair like you said you would.
I'd try to avoid it, even though I secretly want you to.
Then we'd end up kissing with a passionate touch.
Then and there, would I know how much you wanted me.
It may not turn out that way.
Its pictured in different ways in my head, but this thought is just one of the many.
In my heart, I know I'll end up surprised by how we'll meet because you always surprise me.