Yesterday, I was walking in your neighbourhood, and I looked at all those houses and shops and parks near your building. I thought I saw us sitting on that bench under your window. I thought I saw us kissing in that park. I thought I saw you buying me breakfast in that shop, because I was too lazy to get up that Sunday. But then, I saw you. You were leaving your apartment. You passed by me without looking. You had no idea how happy we could be. I'm just a stranger for you, and that's all I'll ever be.

I wonder if he stays up until 2 a.m. thinking about me. I wonder if when he hears a certain song he thinks about me. I wonder if he thinks about things to say to me every morning. I wonder if he feels sad he thinks about my smile. I wonder if when he sees me he thinks, "Wow, she's beautiful." I wonder if he thinks about me before he goes to sleep. I wonder if song lyrics remind him of me. I wonder if he looks at me when I'm not looking at him. 

Probably not.