Thinking

Thinking,

About you.

And about how it doesn't seem like anything is going on.

Yet every time I think of you I can't seem to keep that smile off my face that reminds me that things may seem one way, but in reality they can be going the complete other way.

I don't even know if I miss you or not. I just know that I'm content with the fact that I don't get to see you too often because the days that I do become just that much more memorable to me.

I go to bed, thinking,

thinking about you, and thinking about where this is going to end up.

I fall asleep, not knowing what I am going to wake up to.

But I wake up, thinking,

thinking about you.