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.

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.