Why do I miss you?
I don’t know you, yet I miss you.
I never spoke a word to you, but I miss you.
Am I too easily attached?
Or could this be what I think?
That’s absurd, you need to deeply know someone to…
Love them.
But… what if this is different?
What if you’re different?
And now I wonder
If you think about me like I do you.
Can you sleep at night?
Do you dream about me?
Because I dream of you.
And I can’t stop thinking if we’ll ever see each other again.