If You Ever Think of Me

This is for you… You may not know it yet,
but if your heart stirs while reading, you’ll know it’s you.

I don’t know if this is love
or something else,
but it feels like love
whenever I miss you.

Every day I wonder
if you will come,
if I will see you.
I try not to love you,
because I know you may not feel the same.
But still, without shame,
I think about you again and again.

I want to speak to you,
but I’m scared I might disturb you,
or that you might think badly of me.
So I stop myself.
Yet I can’t stop watching—
your face, your pictures, your small actions.
Each time I see you,
it feels new.

You may not be perfect,
but to me you are special.
Your eyes, your smile—
they have a power I cannot escape.

I tell myself it’s just attraction,
but I feel something deeper.
I don’t want to make you love me,
I just want my name to stay in your mind.
Even if I am the first or the last in your life,
I want you to remember me.

When I hear certain songs,
I think of you.
Sometimes it hurts,
sometimes it feels sweet.
Most people hide such feelings,
but I am writing them to you.

Don’t think of me
like other girls who confessed to you.
I want to be different—
to be the thought you keep for a day or two,
the one that makes you wonder
how I am not like the rest.

I don’t know if you will think of me,
but I will wait for your words.
Even if you don’t feel the same,
I want to hear it from you.
I don’t ask for love—
I only want a small place in your thoughts.

And if my absence ever feels heavier than my presence…
you’ll finally know what I was trying to say all along.