Of You.

When I think of all the things you said, I picture you inside my head. The texts, the calls, I miss them all..and you. 21 days and counting, my hope has finally stopped sprouting. Checking my phone, e-mail, phone again. I count to ten, then check again. I think of other things to do, just to keep my mind off you. And when I succeed, I start to read, your sweet texts all over again.