I can't stop thinking about him.

I'm lying awake in the middle of the night, thinking about every time he has said my name, said he loves me, hugged me, and every time we have ever interacted. I keep thinking about how every time I see a picture of him, someone talks about him, or when I see his name somewhere, my heart skips a beat and I can't think about anything but him.

I'm thinking about how every time he smiles I fall in love with him again.

I'm thinking about how most people assume that his eyes are not that amazing because they are brown and plain, but how I can still see the entire world when I look into them. I'm thinking about how every time I get a message and it isn't from him, I get sad, and I then message him because I can't wait till the next time I talk to him. I'm thinking about how every time I see him in person, I can't help but smile because I love him so much. I can't help but think about how much I love him because he seems so perfect to me, even though I don't seem perfect to him.

I can't help thinking about how I'll always love him, but he'll always love her.

I can't stop thinking about him.

That's my definition of love.