I keep thinking how much I love talking to you, how good you look when you smile; how much I love your laugh. I day dream about you off and one, replaying our conversations; laughing at funny things you said or did. I’ve memorised your face and the way that you look at me. I catch myself smiling again at what I imagined. I wonder what will happen the next time we’re together and even though neither of us know what the future holds, I know one thing for sure; you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.