I woke up today and my first thought was of him...
Is he awake at 8 am on Saturday?
Is he thinking about me?
Is he wishing he were here with me, in this messy room, just to hold me, and whisper his dreams in my ear?
Does he ever think about me?
But I know he doesn't.
And last night he didn't fall asleep and dream about me, about going on a picnic, and messing around, and doing crazy things.
Last night it didn't even cross his mind that someone was wishing they could hang out with him.
Someone like me...
Last night I was alone.
And I was thinking about him, and how happy I could be,
But I'm not happy.
And he never dreams of me.
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