You know when I think of you my thoughts become wanders. I think about what we could have been, what we could of done. Sometimes, I picture myself ‘randomly’ bumping into you. Would you care about me? Would it even bother you that it has been so long and suddenly we meet again?
I think about it, it’s like a movie that I can never get enough of playing in my head. Every detail is so vivid. I wonder if you even think of me. Like is it childish that I am still hung up on something that I experienced when i was 16.
I secretly hope you are anxiously looking for me like I am for you. I secretly hope you’re unhappy and are just waiting for your cue,I am here.