I have been in a solid relationship for the past year now, but before that there was a boy I really cared about. But there was a catch: he liked someone else. We talked like teenagers do, but I never felt like he fully understood just how important I thought he was. I guess now I’m glad he didn’t know, that he didn’t remember me when things got crazy. Now I understand the entire concept I was actually wanting him to understand. Anyway, this is how I felt back when I was "crushing," as school girls say.
When you gaze over your shoulder,
Do you see me?
When you turn off your radio,
Do you hear me?
And when you fall into an easy dream,
Do you think of me?
You walk by me every day-
Words are exchanged and thoughts discussed,
But do you keep them?
Do you cherish every word, every sentence, every breath?
You phone me every night-
Simple dialogue passes through the lines,
But do you read with full awareness?
Do you catch my hidden pleas with my own sanity?
I keep with me all the texts,
All the childish notes we share,
To remember your voice, even if only in my head.
Because when something is important to you,
You will never forget it.
You are important to me,
But will you remember?
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