Do you think of me, I really think of you. If I passed you on the street would you no it was me, I doubt I'd know you. You gave me a name once, I never got to use yours on you. I've grown up now, without help from you. As you get old it's sad I won't be there for you. I never needed you but it would have been nice to. My favourite colour is blue and I love the sea. Just a little something I thought you should no about me. I will say goodbye now, even though these words you will never read. I hope your well and I do hope you think about me.