I don't know how I always end up like this. The simplest of things can remind me of you. I could be flipping through the worn down pages of my favorite book and my mind could drift off to your eyes. I could be laying in bed, listening to a raging storm and my worry about the storm fades to your laugh. I could be walking through a loud, busy store, and my mind would switch to your smile. I don't know how I always end up like this, but I'm not complaining. I don't know why you're in my every thought, but I love it.
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I Love Rachel
RomantikaA collection of things I write about the person I love the most.
