Do You Still Think of Me?

I can remember the day we met like it was yesterday
I still believe you had rehearsed those sweet, yet clumsy words you’d say
I was quite hesitant until you smiled at me in that lazy, seductive way

I never would have thought that you’d have noticed me

We’d express our feelings for each other for hours at a time
Holding hands, the intimate way our fingers would intertwine
I’d look into your eyes and I’d know that you were completely mine

And I could see nothing but pure sincerity

The soft caresses that you would whisper into my ear
The way my heart would begin to race whenever you were near
The devotion that you had for me was crystal clear

It was as if you and I were just meant to be

I remember a time that I surprised you and just dropped on by
I’ll never forget that smoldering look that came into your eyes
I’d never felt so precious, so cherished in my life

I just loved the way you’d look at me

When I reminisce about the passion between us, it always sends a shiver
Down my spine—never selfish, oh no, you were such a giver
One touch from your soft hand would make my entire body quiver

And all because you wanted me

You aimed to please me in anyway that you could
Had I’d asked for the sun you’d have found a way, I know you would
Yet, somehow my feelings for you became misunderstood

I became fearful of this thing between you and me

Then slowly, I began to drift away
You’d ask me so many times what was wrong and I’d refuse to say
You’d tell me, “Amanda, our love will make everything okay”

Then I closed my eyes to our precious love; I didn’t want to see

Oh, how I hurt you the day that I walked away
The tears in your eyes as you begged me not to leave you this way
So afraid of those feelings that I just couldn’t stay

And that night I cried into my pillow endlessly

Now you’ve moved on and so have I, and yet there’s something there
I still find myself wondering how you are and even where
I left you, so aren’t I the one who is not supposed to still care?

So why do thoughts of you keep sneaking up on me?

So time passes and life happens yet I can’t forget your face
Countless memories of you and me still make this sensitive heart race
I guess that just proves that there are some things that even time can’t erase

And I just can’t help but wonder, do you still think of me?

* I wrote this about someone who loved me so much when I was 16 years old (8 years ago). And somehow I still find myself thinking about him from time to time...