Before I drove to sleep, I always thought of things that I usually don't do daily.
Like, do you still dream of me?
Do you still miss me sometimes?
Do you ever throw back to our time when you see a couple pass by?
Do you still happen to think about how I'm doing after everything?
Do you miss being us when you are alone in a crowd?
Do you miss that late-night talk?
Do you miss my accompany when you have insomnia?
And
Do you still wish for us to happen again?
Because I am.
