(Because it makes me miss you. (And I don't think you miss me.))

I like this song because of you. It's a good song but I hate that it makes me think of you. I hate wondering if you think of me this often. And what feelings you might encounter when you have thoughts of me. I can't help but assume I am less than a passing thought to you. And I don't know if I'll ever let you know how often you are in my thoughts. It doesn't matter how many days it has been since we last spoke. It doesn't matter who else I'm with or how many times I've heard this song since we sang it together. It always, always makes me think of you. And I hate it. (Because it makes me miss you. (And I don't think you miss me.))