Another morning I wake up and my first thought of the day is you. How is it that I can't get you out of my mind? How is it that such a mundane task might reminds me of you? "Put your phone on the upper right side" you once told me, "right foot first, use both hands, and then give a tiny jump. Don't forget to grab your phone once you're down". Small things - the way you get out of bed, the way you knock on my door, the way you jump into my bed - I can't get your mannerisms out of my head. It's not fair. You crawled up into my thoughts and made a home for yourself. All the inside jokes we share; I can't see a cat and not giggle when you're around, or scream 'Morry' and burst into a rage of laughter. The way we depart and the end touch of our fingers lingers just a second longer than friends. You have made a home for yourself in my head and I'm sure I too in yours, but we continue to break each other's hearts. Why do we do this? I wish I knew what you were thinking. We talk to each other about everything. There is so much unspoken comfort. All the mindless late night conversations that went well into the early hours of the next day meant the world to me. I feel so free to tell you anything, so why have we never talked about us? We remain in the uncertainty of whether we are close friends or if romance actually lies deeper. But we are both too shy to bring this up. I thought I got you out of my head - a few days have gone by and you've barely crossed my mind, but I'm no fool. The second I see you again I will be right back in love with you.
