Thinking About You Makes Me Smile Novels & Stories

" I continued. She was still looking at me. I know that she didn't know about it or have any idea about that day because she didn't have to catch me. "I wanted to see you smile like that, always. Your smile sends a calming feeling to my heart that thaws my frozen heart. I want to see your smile every day, before I go to work, when I come home and every time you are with me." I added. "You know that I am a happy person, so you will be able to see that smile all the time. And you being with me, is another reason for me to continue smiling and face every day happily."

It's the dirty thoughts of me and Andy playing in my mind that are making me smile like an idiot. "Alright, Mark. My lips are sealed. Just roll this up, and don't repeat that again." He must be wondering why I am warning him about something with a smile, but how can I hide this smile when my mind is kissing Andy on his bed and my face is doing an excellent job at interpreting what the heart is feeling right now? My heart is doing a small dance inside just by my imagination. Andy, oh, my Andy!

Every time I think of you, I feel like I’m the luckiest guy alive, and all I want is to be by your side, making you smile again. If I could, I’d hold you right now and tell you how beautiful you are—inside and out. Whatever it is you’re dealing with, I’d move mountains to help you through it. I need you to know this: you’re not just on my mind—you’re in my heart. And no matter what, I’ll always be here for you. Tell me what I need to do to make you mine, because I’m ready for all of you. Always.” Immediately she read the message she started laughing. She nodded her head and sighed with every line she read.

“I don’t know. I’m happy in general.” He nodded. “What about when you were really sad?” “I’m not sad. I have nothing to be sad about.” “You are a very calm person, very reserved,” he stated. I shrugged. “I don’t get worked up about much. It’s pointless. I am more of a thinker. I see something I don’t like or something that can and should be better, and I fix it.” He nodded. “Does your man make you smile?” “My man?” “The man back home.”

It’s all because I met you. 🎧"I think of you all the time, everywhere I go, I almost see you. 🎧 You took me captive; you captured my heart and made me yours. 🎧Since I saw you, I find myself always daydreaming and smiling a lot. This is because I am filled with your thoughts. I Am Lost Without You It is impossible to resist your inner beauty; I want to love you forever. Sweet dreams, I would love to be in them.

Fuck, anything that would make her comfortable. Except that, I was painfully hard down there and she wasn’t making it any easier. “You’re smiling with your eyes closed,” she said. How could she tell? “You’re talking with your eyes closed.” “This is normal. You, on the other hand, look like a creep.” That made me laugh. “If you must know, I was thinking about you.” “What about me?” “Everything about you. It’d always been about you since the day I walked in on you without your pants on.”

If you need anything, call me. Have a wonderful day, Solnyshko. I'll be thinking about you <3 **** My gaze lingers on the last line for longer than a minute and my fingers trace the words, lining the ink. I'll be thinking about you. Why is it that single sentence made my heart summersault in my chest?

“Why are you gaping at me? Is there something on my face?” “No… no, I was thinking about someone—no, something,” I stammered. What was I thinking? Staring at my boyfriend’s friend like that just because of a little kindness. Am I that desperate? “You must be thinking of someone or something important, and I’m sure that person is lucky you are thinking about them,” he said with a grin. OMG, he is smiling. I could count how many times I saw him smile. My face turned red. “No, no, I didn’t say it was a person, I… I… I just—”

“What do you m⁠ean?” I allow m⁠ys‌elf a smal‍l⁠ smile. “I⁠ was thi‍nking I migh‍t‍ ta‍ke you out tonight.” I can pr⁠actic‍ally see the wheels t‍urning in her hea‍d as he‍r silence stretches j‌ust l⁠ong⁠ enough for me to know where⁠ her t‌houghts have gone.

“Everyone has their own interests, babe. And you’ve got yours. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with your idea of fun. You’re the last thing from boring.” She smiled at me, feeling warm at my words. I loved that I made her this happy, just by being around her.