It’s morning, and I am thinking of you. What you must be doing, what you must be wearing, what you must be thinking.
I sail through the day, and I am still thinking of you. I am thinking of you when you are talking to me, when you are near me. I am thinking of you, when you are far away, when all I have is my mind, where your voice, your smell, your eyes, everything is on repeat.
When I am chatting with you, I think of how much I love you. When you are not online, I think of how much I want you.

When you tell me how you consider me your sister, I am still thinking of you. How the girl who gets you would be the luckiest in the world.
My heart breaks, but it doesn’t stop. It still wants you, only you.

And my mind, can only think of you.