ELEVEN

I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you.. How good you look when you smile. How much I love your laugh. I day-dream about you off and on, replaying pieces of our conversation; laughing at funny things that you said or did.. I've memorized your face && the way that you look at me.. I catch myself smiling again at what I imagine.. I wonder what will happen the next time we are together & even though neither of us know what the future holds, I know one thing for sure; you're the best thing that ever happened to me.