Better is together.

Everyone talks about how I'm just not in love with you. How you don't love me.
I don't believe that's true, at least I don't want it to be.

You make everything better.

If someone says something about happiness I think about you.

I know I could never tell you these things. I want to.
But I can't.

I don't think you think about me the way I think about you.
I want you to.

"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."–Christy age 6.

I miss you. I miss you everyday.
When do you get back from Maryland?