Remembering and Reckoning.

Remembering...

...all the nights I spent wishing you would get out of my mind... And all the nights I spent wishing you wouldn't. My inexplicable, continuous dreaming of you... and my stomach's toss-and-turning when you'd kiss me.

Thinking...

Of what is likely to happen this summer... Roads are going to split up, other paths are going to collide again, and new doors are likely to open. But I'll always, always have faith in you, and in our meeting again.