I don't see you in the morning, but honestly I don't want to spend all my time looking for you either. Okay maybe I do look for you for a while, but only until I see that one of my old friends has come to the conference. I sit with him and another one of our friends until my heart starts itching to find you. I guess the sayings true; the heart wants what the heart wants. So I pack up and head towards the range. Just my luck to see you standing there again. My heart starts racing again and I can't help this feeling, like you're some kind of drug and I can't get enough of you.

Did you ever feel that way about me? Or were all your words just lies?

I head over towards you, my heart still racing. At this point I hope my presence in your group has become a little bit normal, I don't want to impede on anything at least. But I also don't want your friends to think I'm only there for you, don't worry, I like them too. Not as much as I like you, that would be a bit much, but it comes close at the very least. I find myself trying to catch your gaze, but you're too engulfed in conversation that you don't notice. Do you ever notice me?

I want to tell you so many things, I want to share so many new songs with you, but you never get close enough for me to do that. I want to talk to you about life, just simple, everyday life, like we used to. I want to tell you how much I love every single song you've ever sent me. I want you to tell me about your day, I want you to laugh at my jokes, I want you to look at me. I want you to see me.

But you don't.

Did you ever?