July 2, 2013
All you have to do is smile at me and all my worries melt. Or just stand there, sit, talk, hum something. My point is, just be. Maybe I'm not doing such a good job getting this across. I'll try again: Hey, handsome, the image I have of you in my head is enough to get through the day with. I think of you and I smile. In the train the other day I was trying so hard to suppress a silly smile. It was such a good feeling, having to suppress a smile, if you know what I mean.