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?