From the moment my mind wakes, I am busy.

What to wear, how to do my hair, what to cook for lunch; that's usually  what my mind is busy with first thing in the morning. I fumble to get out of bed and cook for myself, trying to remember how much salt I should put in, contemplating if I should fry or boil the fish, or make a mental list on what to shop for next time.

But then again, my mind hasn't been busy enough not to think about you.

Has my name ever even crossed your mind randomly? Because I couldn't count in my hands the instances that yours did.

I see a lot of strangers on the way, passers-by, and I keep wondering what (or maybe who) they are thinking. I ride the train taking me to a place where I could distract myself from anything related to you.

I try to pretend you don't exist in this place. I try to push you out of my head with things I know are far more important than you. I try to forget the idea of you. Yet, these are all but failed attempts; as my mind unconsciously drifts towards our late night conversations and little inside jokes.

Tell me again, has my name ever even crossed your mind randomly? Because you keep on tugging at the ends of my head even in the most obscure times.

It's ten past seven and I'm getting ready to leave. Immediately my mind shifts to thoughts of getting my errands done for the day. I walk the path towards my house, noticing the moon shining brightly above me and I start to wonder if you're looking at it too.

I ask this for the last time; has my name ever even crossed your mind randomly?

Because your name has been etched into the lobes of my brain, and it aches; every now and then.

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