Tonight in the darkness, I sit alone and think of you.
Think of the way your eyes sparkled in the sun.
Think of your smile, so irresistably cute.
The way you teased me and made me smile while playing pool.
I can't help but to think of the night I got to touch your soft skin, and massage your neck, shoulders, and back.
And how much I wanted so much more to happen.
I think of the night at the cottage and how much I wanted to climb into bed with you and just hold you.
I also think there's more than meets the eye with you, though you've shown some immaturity.
And more to you than what I've heard.
But why should I think of you, when you dont think much of me?