I think about you.

I think about you all the time,
I think about what you're doing,
thinking, if you even remember me.
Did you miss me?
Probably not.
Did you realize we don't talk anymore?
No, you didn't,
because you didn't even realize we stopped talking.
I keep thinking in my head,
what was I to you?
A person you knew from school?
Even a friend?
No, I was a person who liked you,
a person who had dreams of you,
who thought about you every living moment in my life, and I for sure you had liked me back,
but, maybe you did, but maybe you didn't.