XXVI

There are days when I can't write anything but things of you. You move me in a way that no other things do. How did I get here? How did I meet you? I feel a strange feeling that you knew it would happen all along.
I sit and I think and all my thoughts are caught up on you. You're… you're… So much of me preoccupied with something I have no words to speak of. Words are failing me. Words never fail me.

I just want to see you. Again and again and again. See you and know you and love you and know you more. Again and again and again and again.

(Image: Grace Loves Lace)