Aug 15, 2015
saturday night thoughts.
I'm thinking of you and wondering if you've thought of me today. Sometimes I wonder why I'm no longer brave enough to talk to you again and to finally let you know how much you mean to me. Sometimes I don't even understand how much you mean to me. And why you mean that much to me.
But sometimes I wish and I hope that one day, you'll look for me. And when you find me, wherever I may be then, you'll tell me that you thought of me each and every day as well, and that you wanted nothing more than to tell me this.
Photo by André Kertész