I wonder,
do you ever think about me
the way I do you?
I think about
if you are okay.
you didn't seem okay,
last time we spoke,
not that its any of my business,
not now.
I think about,
maybe I could of done something different,
I mean,
you made me so happy.
so, maybe I didn't make you happy.
this all sounds stupid
but I can help but think about you
your like a song that's stuck in my head
just on replay.
maybe this is normal
or maybe I think to much
but I still think about you.
whether its wrong or right.
I'm sorry,
for whatever I did
but,
I miss you.
~Ash
