so similar yet so distinct
(via satelliteofyou)
I keep thinking of how much I love talking to you, how good you look when you smile; how much I love your laugh. I day dream about you off and on, replaying our conversations; laughing at funny things you said or did. I’ve memorized your face and the way that you look at me. I catch myself smiling again at what I imagined. I wonder what will happen the next time we’re together and even though neither of us know what the future holds, I know one thing for sure; you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
“when one man, for whatever reason, has the opportunity to lead an extraordinary life, he has the right to keep it to himself.”
— jacques-yves cousteau
