Its been about six hundred times ive thought about you. Still in my first hour of flight and i csnt help but wish it was you next to me and not him. I wish it was you next to me and not her. I want to talk to you and experience all this with you. I want to hold your hand and fall asleep on your shoulder. Even now, all i can think about is you. Your laughter mixing with mine. That side smile. You're on my mind but next time im getting a window seat.
