I think about you all the time. I think of you in the morning, walking in the cold. I purposely walk slowly to think about you anymore. I think of you in the evening when I miss you in the middle of the holidays, when I get drunk to think about anything but you, with the opposite effect.I think of you when I see you and also when I do not see you. I would so love to do anything but think about you but I can not. If you know a trick to forget, let me know. Nobody ever failed me like that. Without you, my life is a waiting room.What is more dreadful than a hospital waiting room, with its neon lighting and linoleum on the floor? Is this human do this to me?In addition, in my waiting room, I am alone, there are no other serious injuries with blood flowing to reassure me, or magazines on a coffee table to amuse me, or ticket machines numbered to hope that my wait will end. I have bad stomach pains and nobody cares for me.Being in love is this: a stomachache which the only cure is you. I did not know your name would take so much space in my life ..