I wonder what it is that continously pulls you to my mind. Why when I’m driving in the car your face will pop into my head and I’m wondering how it is you’re doing? Have you thought of me recently?

How is it that your impact on my life could be so significant (for no reason) and yet you seem to carry on as if I do not exist?

I think. And then I stop.

And I carry on. As if you do not exist.