I like how Carmen writes her journals.
I miss him.
I miss his taste, his smell, and how he felt to touch.
I miss spending the weekends with him, and visiting with his family.
It's decided, I like people's mom, and no, not in a sexual way.
But, I keep on catching myself thinking about him.
About every night, I've spent an hour day dreaming about him, before going to bed.
I wonder, does he ever think about me...?