on the bus

When I take the bus...

I think of you.
I always think of you.
That means I think of you everyday when I am on my way to school.

What do I think about when I think of you?

I think of all the fun times we spent together.
I think of the first two weeks when you were here and we first met.
I think of the communication after you left here to go home.
I think of how difficult it could be at times.
I think of wanting you here with me.
I think of the fun times that I spent with you when I was there with you.
I think of all the crazy stupid loving romantic sexy kinky things we did together when I was with you there.
I think of how much I wish, everyday, for you to be here with me.
I think of your smile, your eyes, your laughter, your voice, your presence.
I think of your love for me and mine for you.

And then...
I think of how I want to love you forever.
I think of how I want us to be together for a lifetime.
I think of you loving me forever, and me loving you forever.
I think of our future, together, for a lifetime.

I think about you each time I take the bus.
Which means I think about you everyday.

Which can only mean that I love you.
More than you do, or as much as you do, baby.
Everyday, all day, all the time, sometimes, anytime.