I dont know if I actually miss you, or just the way you made me feel.
I wonder if life is treating you well and if youre getting everything you want out of it.
I wonder if youre laying in your own bed, and if you have someone with you.
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I wonder if you ever think of me.
Those nights, I tend to pick up my phone and message you.
I ask how youve been.
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How your life is going.
If anything new is happening.
All of it laced with an undertone ofdo you ever think about me?anddo you ever miss me?
However, after getting past the normal aspects of a conversation, I never know what to say.
If Im honest, I miss feeling that way around someone.
I had never felt that way before, and I havent since.
I didnt understand it.
I didnt need to.
I just knew that when you were with me, things were intense and incredible and somewhat reckless.
It didnt make any sense, but I wasnt trying to figure it out.
I just experienced it.
As most things like this tend to do, it fizzled out.
Life became hectic, distance became a factor, and reasons worked their way in the spaces we created.
It became easier to not see each other.
It became easier to see other people.
It became easier to not try anymore.
But you still cross my mind from time to time.
Your voice feels like a watered down memory.
The color of your eyes doesnt register unless I see a picture.
Nothing about you seemed to root itself into me, besides that feeling.
We have never had any kind of foundation to build anything worthwhile on.
