Sometimes when I’m laying there at night, I wonder if you’re lying there thinking about me. I wonder if you miss me, or if you don’t even care. I wonder if you ever cried for me, or if you just think it’s funny that I’m hurting. I wonder if we could ever be together again. I wonder if you cherished all those memories as much as I did. I wonder if they’re playing over and over in your head, like they are in mine. I wonder where we went wrong, and if things will ever be the same. I wonder if you still want me as much as I want you. I wonder if you wonder the things I’m wondering.