On the nights I'm not with you,
I think of the time you first kissed me,
and how delightfully surprised I was.

On the nights I sleep alone,
I think of how we met,
and how a simple twist of fate has changed everything.

On the nights I'm sad,
I think of how you look at me,
and how you just stare with the goofy sideways smile.

On the nights I'm mad,
I think of how you hold me,
and how a simple hug can brighten my day.

On the nights I can not sleep,
I think of the boy who saved me,
and how in such short a time I have fallen for him.

I think of our similarities
and our differences.

Our values
and our flaws.

But most of all,
most of all I think of how your hand fits in mine,
and how I will never let it go.