When i think of you, i think about new possibilities. About not caring at all.
When i think of your voice, i think about hearing good words that would flow with fluidity inside my ears down to my spirit. You might not say the nicest things, but you are merely truthful to yourself. And that's what i love.
When i think of you i think about a small house with white paint, a rocking chair outside, and vegetables and flowers blooming around it. I think about rains where we can danced carelessly. Even of meadows with tulips and sunflowers.
When i think of time being with you, i think about endless journeys inside a a lonesome bus traversing rolling hills and snaking roads.
When i think of you i think of your smell, which is unique in the world.