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.

I can’t look at you without wanting to kiss 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.

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.