The human brain produces an average of 70,000 thoughts within a day; and I’d be a fool to say each breath, each thought, was you and singularly you.

I propose a theoretically sound hypothesis:

You may not be all of my 70,000 thoughts but the select ones that are you stand as the happiest designs my mind could ever have produced.

You are the only thought that spills into my blood and rests within my heart.

A hundred thoughts fleetingly pass by.

I wait for you.