I
can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me.
I can’t picture
someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall
asleep I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about
me.
I can’t picture
anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just
because I made eye contact with them.
I can’t picture
someone smiling because my name lit up their phone.
I just
can’t.
