Every Time.

I picture you sitting quietly by the corner of the room; Your eyes... I can tell, you are judging bits of soul before you with those pair of dark chocolate eyes. Then you smiled. I do not know whether that is a genuine smile or you made that up for the sake of my well being; but hey, that is one hell of a smile.

And that is it.

I am done missing on my own.

So, when I think about you, I want you to think of me too.

Every time.