I think about you.
I dream about you.
I imagine little scenarios in my head and imagine conversations with you.
I write poetry about you.
I make up songs when I’m in the shower about you.
I am constantly checking if you’re online.
I always try to think of an excuse to message you.
I try to think of a colour for you.
I stumble upon old photographs of you.
I look through the school pictures and my eyes stay on one person for a little too long, admiring their smile, that person is you.
I go to school and look for one person in a crowd, you.
All these sentences have something in common, they all begin with I and all end with you.