I think of you from time to time.
Do you ever think of me?

In a modern world where connection is instant—
one call, one text, and we are there—
yet, we remain apart by choice.
Long ago, absence was felt in the spaces between visits and letters.
Goodbyes were heavy, and distance made hearts ache.
Now, with closeness always within reach,
we drift without longing,
without acknowledging the weight of what is gone.

I remember the way you answered—
slow, hesitant, as if weighing the call.
Still, I cherished your voice. My gift in the middle of the week.

You never knew, did you?
You were the first
I was stubborn enough to chase.
Reserved with others,
but with you, I let excitement lead.

Silly boy, you never met
the quiet version of me.
Perhaps if we meet again,
that is who will greet you.

I thought God led me to you,
thought you just needed time to see it.
Thought this, thought that,
thought myself into hope.

But in the end, your silence
taught me what love should be.

I had to say goodbye—
not because I wanted to,
but because I deserve more.

Someone who looks at me,
listens to me,
laughs with me,
calls me first,
keeps his promises,
protects what we build.

Because love, real love,
is never hesitant.