Think of Me

I wonder if you realize how much I think of you. Not just know, but really sit for a moment and wonder about it. When I am away from you during your free time, I wait hours for your voice, virtual words. Sometimes you leave me waiting ever so patiently for too long, and thats when assumptions grow and sadness sets in. I often cannot bring myself to be the one to contact you because my words will be frosty and frustrated. I know that you wouldn't ever avoid me, but the time you leave me waiting for you to contact me makes this idea true to me. I know that you're busy...but I'm important too. Wouldn't you try to contact me any chance you get, because you love me? Aren't I the first thing on your mind?