Oh, god...how do I tell you? I still think about you...

Don't flatter yourself. I worry.

I wonder how your uncle's doing...is he better now? I wonder how your grandmother's doing...who's taking care of her now? Is it still you? I wonder about your parents, your friends, your work. How's everything at work? Are you tired? Do they treat you well?

I wonder about the weather there...how are your allergies? Have they gotten any better? Are you taking your meds? How's the heat? Has it become unbearable? How's your hair? Has it grown long now? How are your bills? Are you able to manage them?

I don't even ask myself how often you think of me, if you do at all. I don't know why it doesn't bother me as much. I just care. And I don't know if you care at all that I do.

I've come to know so much. I've cared so much.
Even now. I want to ask. I want to talk. But it's no longer my business. It's not my place anymore. I just hope you're taking care of yourself...

I can't imagine anymore, what it would have been like. You stopped me dead in my tracks. I can't see our faces anymore. But I still worry...I worry about you.

Maybe because I can't see you anymore. Maybe because I can't care anymore.

I wonder, will I ever end this wondering? Will I ever find my answers?