Four Years

Summer without you was better this time. I knew you didn't like me now, so I could move on easier, even though it hurt.

I had time to think. I knew it was foolish to think you would like someone like me, even though we talked some. I thought more about how much I knew about you, and yet you knew nothing about me, and I felt like a stalker.

My heart always raced when I saw you were online, and I knew I should send you a message, but I was afraid of what you'd think. Maybe I did stalk you a little. I had a problem and it was your fault.

But I couldn't help but miss you anyway.