I still get the chills when I think about you.
You still give me the chills.
I don’t even know if you remember me–I’m probably the only person in the entire world who thinks this much about these things.
I can literally only hope and pray you remember me. Or that I even cross your mind again.
I don’t know if you cut your hair or if you got taller or if you still live where you told me you did.
I don’t know if you think about that time like I do. I don’t know if you’d look at me the same way you did then.
I still remember the feeling I got when I first saw you–or when you first saw me, rather.
I hope that if we cross paths again, you’ll remember me. I’m sure I’ll remember you.
I still remember you saying it, the inflection in your voice, and the feeling I got, just like it wasn’t a couple months ago.