Honestly, I'm not even sure I like you, but for some reason, I always think of you. You always in the back of my mind, a thought waiting to be thrown into my mind for the millionth time. People tell me bad things about you, but I still think of you. I think of you when I wake up, when I'm eating, when I'm crying, even when I'm sleeping. Maybe your my soulmate. If you are, you might feel the same way.