I think about you and I'm thrown into a world where nothing else exists. I think about you and your hands on me and your eyes locked with mine and I zone out the droning of voices that aren't yours. I think of you and my whole idea of paradise is thrown out the window and replaced with images of you. I think of you and I can no longer be bothered. because I might be here but you're there and I wish I was too. I think of your glasses getting dusty, and I think of the way your cheeks get chubbier when you smile, and you make me so impossibly content, and there's no way that I'm ever going to want to get you off my mind.