ON MY MIND...

I am thinking of you like... Like a child thinks about there mom. Like a poor homeless man thinks of an unrealistic home. I hate thinking about you because you consume my thoughts and I know I can't tell you. I don't care what anyone else in the world thinks but I care what you think. It's hard to know that no one in the world is the same and if I dont get you I will never find anyone else exactly like you. Maybe someday ill be able to tell you....