does he know?

sometimes i wonder
if he is aware...

... of the peck i planted on his cheek while he was half asleep
... of the glances i stole while admiring his long curls 
and dimpled chin

... of the comfortable silences we shared doing nothing
... of how dazzled i was by his intelligent, cynical comebacks 
on worldly things
 

... of how i loved to be his fake wife in that children's play
... of how it felt right with simply being a few inches away
 

... of how that something between us could have bloomed into something much more
... of how i still get excited to see his text on my notification scroll
 

... of the many words i could have told him right to make this special something between us work
... of how i still miss him even when I thought I'm done

does he know?