Sometime after midnight, will mark three months since I last saw you. Three.
Feels like an eternity.
Do you ever think about me? Just little? The way I think about you? No, of course not. Why would you? I'm not delusional enough to think that that might even be a remote possibility. I just like to wonder sometimes.
If my therapist knew I was doing this -thinking about you, she'd go ballistic on me! lol I'm ok. I just decided to give in to "you" for minute or two.
Really, it's just another day of no important significance.
One day, I hope to mean that.
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