Today is one of those days that I try to remember reasons not to drive off a cliff but I come up with nothing. Today I’m just best at missing you.

I’m sitting at my desk, stapling and hole-punching away, when wham. All of a sudden I’m wondering how many times you look at her and think of me. I wonder if she ever says things I used to say. How often does she make you crazy-laugh and does she know where you’re ticklish? Do you tell her she’s perfect? I wonder if she lays her head on your chest in the same spot that was reserved for me. Do you dedicate silly songs to her and do you get nervous playing guitar in front of her? I wonder if you wake yourself up from snoring too loudly and hug her closer. I wonder if you call her booger. Have you already had the conversation where you bring me up and did you tell the truth or lie? I wonder when it will start being true when you tell her you don’t have feelings for me anymore. Most of all I keep wondering when she’ll fall in love with you, because I know she most definitely will.