If I was cutting up strawberries I would put the mushy ones on my plate instead of hers, after giving her all the good ones I could find. I would bear the smell of wild roses if they were her favourite. I would wake at 5a.m. even  though I detest the mornings, just to have coffee with her before work. The list of seemingly simple things I would do for her is ever expanding. But at one point or another I have to ask: would she do the same? Does she care for me like I do for her? Would she mop the floor be cause she knows I hate it? I mean, would she even realize that I don't like mopping, or would she only realize it doesn’t get done?

You can give and give, but eventually you will run out of things to give. I think I love her… But l don't think I even cross her mind. If I do, I wonder the context. Does she think of me when she sees a sunset because I always pronsed we would watch one together? What about when she sees the kind of flowers I promised to buy her for our kitchen table someday? Or when she walks the path in her backyard where she went to get privacy when we talked on the phone, does she think of me then? Do I haunt simple tasks of hers like she does for me? Or does she try not to thnk of me. Does she too see me as the one that got away? Regardless, she will always be my right person wrong time. She will always have a special place in my heart.