I always wait impatiently for your text. It's a little hint that you're happy, somewhere far away from me.
I never have the guts to reply though. The fear of falling for you again supercedes my joy that I crossed your mind at a joyous moment.
You never deserved my love. You know that well, don't you? But just the thought that you're happy suffices to drag me through another day. And that's all I desire these days.