Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder how many stories I’ve been a part of that I may have forgotten. I wonder if I still I exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.
(via ichibby)
Some days are harder than others. Whenever I have a hard day, I think of the few people that have truly inspired me and I think, where are they now? And why am I not standing beside them. More often, I’m realizing that there’s a few people I left behind, thinking but not exactly, that my life would be okay without them. Everyone’s wrong sometimes. I definitely was. But I think of them always. Specially on the days like today, always believing in the future, but always looking back. Hoping you are looking at me, like I’m looking at you.
