you...

Here's to you. I'm thinking of you. It seems like my mind is fascinated with you since I met you and it won't stop referring to you. It's kind of annoying to me that I'm recalling you with such clarity. I'm remembering moments of humour and sarcasm; remembering times of inflection; a time of sharing. I wish I wouldn't. Hope can be a brutal thing when I'm thinking of you. It makes me plan and imagine more time with you. I try to curb time thinking of you but the pictures I find in my mind distract me. So, I'm still thinking of you...