I'm certain I think of him while he's thinking of me because I think of him constantly. I still pray that God will grant me this one little trifle, this one wish, this one pleaded idea. I drop to my knees and ask him to bring us together.
I crave you in the most innocent form. I crave you to say good night and give you forehead kisses and say that I adore you when you feel at your worst. I crave you in ways where I just want to be next to you and nothing more or less