I still think of him daily. At the end of the day, I peel back my bed covers and melting onto the mattress i prematurely congratulate myself that I went a day without thinking of him. Jinx! Too late. I then play music which we played or i create playlists

I still think of him daily.

At the end of the day, I peel back my bed covers and melting onto the mattress i prematurely congratulate myself that I went a day without thinking of him. Jinx! Too late.

I then play music which we played or i create playlists about us and the moods we were in, the emotions we bled in unison.

I wonder if he sees my subtle code of playlists and images I curate on spotify.

Does he not-think of me too?