When someone steps in and rides in your train of thought, no one ever leaves. Really. Whether they are already on their destination and step out, once they get on it there is this sort of connection - a memory lane where all the feelings come back; and where that certain ambiance deepens the nostalgia.
These are some of the thousand things I want to tell you:
I love your voice, really. And when I think of ways to try to call you I get nervous. Too nervous that I don’t want to call you anymore.
I think of you all the time. I think of you when I print some floor plans. I think of you when I look at all the receipts needed to be liquidated. I think of you when a song plays on the radio - thinking that you might like it. I think of you before I fall asleep. I think of you when my cats stare right through my eyes.
I always think of how your eyes turn crescent when you smile, or how a photograph captures your face. I like how the camera loves every bit of your features. I always think of how your voice will sound like when you send me a text message.
I-I just, I just don’t know how to tell you that you’re the most precious thing.