I wonder how often people think about me without my knowledge.
Not from a vanity point, but from a wondering one.
You see, I regularly think of many people I’ve known throughout my life – for their birthdays, their favorites foods, frequent comments, even locations where I have memories with them… I think of these people all throughout my year. And yet I rarely reach out to them to tell them of this, of how I think about them, am reminded of them… I think I feel that they somehow would reject me, reject this small form of love, likely due to some fear of their own. And so, rather than risk that casual dismissal of my sharing love towards them, I love them from a distance, and keep it for myself.
But it makes me wonder, now, if there are other people who might do the same with me, who might think regularly of me, and just not reach out.