I was sitting in my room looking at my Prom pictures (Because it's April and it's that time again) and I almost felt sad. Well it was little more than almost. Part of me is sad because I miss the excitement and I know that Prom was the only time I got to dress up and be the princess. (I know it sounds stupid).

I wonder how many people remember me. I've crossed paths with so many over the years, and I wonder if they will remember me. I've seen some of them on campus and they breeze right by me as if they don't know me. Or I meet them again and it's as if we've never met. I wonder how many of those I've met and crossed paths with actually remember me.

I wonder if he knows. I wonder if he knows how much I think about him and how much I miss him. I mean really knows. I try to tell him, but sometimes I feel like it's not enough. He's so far away, and I can't hug him or kiss him. I sometimes wonder if he really knows just how much I love him and care.