People people

I mostly think about people.

Ya know, people people.

The ones I miss and the ones I missed and the ones I'll miss.
That's mostly what goes through my head.

Occasionally, though, I'll stop to wonder if the people I think about ever think about me.

And on such occasions, I also tend to wonder if they'll ever know how much I think about them.

Today I thought about how many people I think about

And how few of them must know I think about them.

It surprised me as to how limited my ability to express how much I feel for people really is.

Society has taken this stance where if you think too much about someone that you don't talk to very often, you're being a creepy kinda platonic daydreamer.

But I don't know

It kinda bothers me that so many people will never know how much I think about them

How much I value them

Her eyes

His laugh

Her beauty

His kiss

Her writing

His tolerance

Their love.

It probably won't make a difference in their lives 

Whether I decide to keep my stalker thoughts to myself

Or actually get the guts to tell them

How much I actually think about them.

...

It's kinda impressive isn't it?

That at this very moment

There might be someone thinking about you, too.