Even though I’ve ‘stopped liking you,’ every time someone mentions your name my head turns right toward him or her. It’s like every time I hear it, I think of all that we could have had, and all that could have happened that didn’t.
If you knew how much you meant to me and how amazing I think you are, then maybe you would think of me. Maybe just once, or every now and then. And just knowing you think of me sometimes, would mean so much to me.
