I wonder if he knows he’s the first thing I think about in the morning, and the last thing I think about when I go to bed. I wonder if he knows that everything I’ve been wearing is to impress him. I wonder if he knows how much I think about him. I wonder if he thinks about me to. I wonder if he regrets what he did. I wonder if he’s already moved on and doesn’t have time to think about what he did to me or how much he impacted me. I wonder if he misses the way my perfume smells, the way my lips tasted, or the way I used to hug him after a long day. I wonder if he misses the bond that we had, the one that I will never be able to replace. And as I sit here and wonder all these things, I can’t help but wonder if you ever loved me the way you say you did.