I’ve been thinking about you constantly since I left, wondering why the journey I’m on seemed to have led through you. I know my journey’s not over yet, and that life is a winding path, but I can only hope it somehow circles back to the place I belong. That’s how I think of it now. I belong with you.
I don’t know where you are, but I miss you. I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’m thinking of you.
Thinking of you day and night, thoughts of you keep entering my mind when I’m happy, when I’m sad, I think of you.
You will always be the answer when somebody asks me what I’m thinking about.
Thinking about you is no longer an activity or a habit, it is now my way of life.
This mad love has completely consumed me. All I can think about is you.
My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again.
Thinking of you every; second, minute, hour, day, is medication to my illness of missing you.
When I want to smile, I know exactly what to do. I just close my eyes and think of you.
In case you ever foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.
Nothing enters my mind after you have occupied it. I could think about nothing but everything about you.
My heart dances with joy when I think about you.
I think of you with every waking moment of my life and dream of you with every dream that I have; I miss you.
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