I've always had trouble sleeping,
regardless of how busy my day was.

I would simply lay in bed,
staring at my ceiling
with countless thoughts running in my head.

Strange thing is,
the thoughts used to be so bad,
I would fear having them.

Now,
they're always about you.
When I close my eyes,

I see you.

I see your face,
I see your dazzling green eyes,
staring back at me.

I think it's safe to say,
I don't mind having these thoughts.
I don't mind one bit.