I think of us.

I think of holding your chin to face me just so that I can clear something.

I think of us making obnoxious selfies just because we make funny faces.

I think of us sharing one sundae cone just because of the Notebook.

I think of us driving to the nearest beach and just listen to Up Dharma.

I think of us having arguments on who makes more sense, Summer or Tom.

I think of us singning our hearts out to the Lumineer’s ‘Stubborn Love’.

I think of us cuddling.

I think of us kissing.

I think of us hugging.

I think of us.

I think of you.