#literary scribbles

I'm thinking of you and wondering if you've thought of me today. Sometimes I wonder why I'm no longer brave enough to talk to you again and to finally let you know how much you mean to me. Sometimes I don't even understand how much you mean to me. And why you mean that much to me. 

But sometimes I wish and I hope that one day, you'll look for me. And when you find me, wherever I may be then, you'll tell me that you thought of me each and every day as well, and that you wanted nothing more than to tell me this.