The Usual

I hate that I'm even thinking about this but sometimes I don't think you can help it. I wonder if she thinks about me. I know, I know. I should be moving on, but I can't help but think about her. I wonder if I ever meant anything to her. I wonder if she even truly cared at all. I think she did, but, can you ever truly know? After what I've been through with her, I wonder. I wish I could forget her forever. Ha, I wish I could go a whole week with out having to write something like this. Who knows, maybe I will this time.