do you still think of me when we don't talk?
do you wonder if I'm happy like i do with you?
do you remember the first time we met or the first time you realized that you wanted me in your life?
do you bother to care at all?
do you bother to wonder how we became like this?
do you still think of the awful jokes and how our last conversation ended?
these are questions i'll never ask, these are questions i'll never know answers to.
