Theres one thing I can count on everyday. One thing that happens no matter what. I think about certain people atleast once a day. Like my brother. Some thoughts are good. Refreshing. Reflective. I might not say I miss people as much as I really do. I wish they could know how many times a day they crossed my mind. I think about my mother. Some thoughts pester me more than they do any good. I think about my father. Wonder if Im doing him justice down here. Hope he knows I’m trying. I think about my boyfriend. God I love him. Maybe too much, if there is a such thing. And then I think about everyone else. My friends, wonder whats up with them. I wonder about people who occupied my thoughts more at one point in time but don’t anymore. Wonder why. Then remember. I really do wish people knew how much they crossed my mind.