Passer By, These Are Words

I always want to speak with you. At the end of every day, i could call you and ask after your day.

I would tell you my day was wonderful. And when you told me your day wasn't, i'd say "actually, mine wasn't that good."

Every so often i dream up ideas, and reasons to call. And then i get angry that you haven't called instead. So i don't call you. And i try to stay mad...for no good reason.

I like watching you appear on skype. Sometimes i play cool songs in case you're taking notice. I also like it when you write funny things to me and i laugh out loud. I wonder if you know when you write it, that it'll make me laugh out loud.

Do you know that i might meet someone else at any time and not want to speak to you anymore? Would it matter?

Anyway, i'd still know what was going on. Even though you travel for work all the time. Even though you have plenty of other friends. I'd still secretly wonder about you. And the what if's.

The end.