Excerpt from a book I'll never write

Excerpt Four

I wonder if you can taste the people I've loved like breathe first thing in a morning.

I wonder where you see yourself in ten years time.

Maybe I'm crazy, or my thoughts simply absurd, but I still picture myself in your arms when we're old and worn with stories of our own.

I wonder where you are, where life took you. Are you in love? Did you finally find the girl of your dreams? Did you finally stop smoking those awful cigars or are your clothes still stained with the smell of them?

I wonder when you last thought of me, back home. Though, I suppose it's not really home for you anymore; you haven't been back in years.

I wonder if you think of me, the girl with hazel green eyes and a heartbeat that would flutter whenever you were nearby.

I wonder if it's obvious I'm still in love with you.