Honestly, I don't even realize how much I think about you until I try not to, and even then it doesn't really work the way I expect it to. No matter how busy I am or how many things I have going on in my life, my mind still finds its way back to you in between everything. It shows up in the smallest pauses, in the quiet seconds, in those moments where I'm not even trying to think about anything, and somehow you're still there. It's not forced, it's not something I choose on purpose, it just happens naturally, like it's become part of who I am. You've become a permanent part of my thoughts in a way that feels real and constant. No matter where I go or what I'm dealing with, there's always a part of me thinking about you, remembering you, and holding onto your presence like it means something deeper. You're not just someone who crosses my mind once in a while, you're someone who stays, without effort, without question, always there no matter what.