|in my mind:||omg did i really just send that, what if i'm annoying them, i really should stop, they hate me, omg i'm so embarrassed|
Sometimes (for about a split second) you don’t cross my mind.
Other times I think about you. I think about all the things we could be doing right now, or what I could say to make you laugh at this very moment. I think about how wonderful and great we could be together, and I think about all the fights we could be having. I think about the countless amount of days that we could be having, holding each others hands and walking everywhere together. Or the nights we could be sharing together, watching movies and eating food and enjoying each others company, laying down and sleeping with our legs tied in knots.
But we aren’t. We aren’t doing anything of those things.