It’s almost 5 am. While I should be sleeping, I lay here thinking about you. Thinking about all the things you say and all the things I want you to say.
The thing is, I can’t stop. Even though you’re a hundred miles away, you’re the only thing on my mind.
I wish you were here. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. I wish you were mine. I wish I could stop thinking about you.