I wish I could tell you how often the thought of you creeps itself into my mind. It's the simple things that do it, too.  Something so small like the way you grind your teeth in your sleep or the way your face crinkles when you smile while making that adorable laugh. Before long, I'll even find myself in conversation about you without realizing it. You're my first and last thought of the day.

I've been told I could do better, but you don't really get to choose who you fall in love with. I don't want "better". I just want you.
I have so much love to give, and it's only for you.

I wish I could tell you all these things. I'm okay, and I understand.