I miss everything about you; the way you smile at me like you’re up to no good, the way our eyes meet and linger on each other for far too long, the way you pull me closer when we kiss as if you’re afraid that I might disappear if you let go, and the way…

Sometimes I wonder if I think about you enough would it some how connect me to you? Like some crazy butterfly effect powered by all of the millions of thoughts that race through my brain. How can it be so right and so complicated. I know it’s me that makes it complicated. So much of…