it's nice to know that you think of me sometimes.
that my name forms on the tip of your tongue.
that i cross your mind.

it's nice to know that sometimes you might see something that reminds you of me.
it's nice to know that i'm still there,
that i haven't disappeared or gone silent in your head.

it's nice to know that i still matter,
even if it's only in the slightest bit.

after all, that's all i ever wanted.

(a.m.)

My minds been spinning because I’ve been thinking about how I want to spend time with you more than anything. But it is hindering to even think about sending a text, or about what comes next if you actually say yes. Considering rejection even from a friend, is enough to send me reeling, I find myself feeling sick, wanting no part of it. Yet I check on you consistently, because I know what you are struggling with. But this pit in my stomach is fazed every time I see your face, my logic is locked and fades away without a trace. I just want to take you by the hand, pull you in for a kiss on your lips, and to make you feel blissful like everything you ever wished for is right here in front of you. Because your smile is both electrifying and terrifying, leaving me petrified, a result of these emotions that I am not used to. I often wonder if I make you feel the same way that I do, but my ignorance of your consciousness leaves me unsure of my next move. The only certainty that concerns me is I want to make you smile perpetually, and leave your worries behind you permanently.

Think again. Why?