thinking too much

I sometimes wonder if you’re here now because I was then. At a convenient time. When you needed someone. And I was the only one stubborn enough to hang around.
I wonder, if I had gone, because you and I know I never was, completely - IF I had - if you would have followed like you did then.
I wonder, if you wonder, about all the other missed ones. The ones that got away. The ones that simply left. The ones that fought the love. I wonder if I’ll just be the one that stayed.

There are many ways to wonder. (And am I not her who is named aptly so?) But shut me up, please do. Because as far as now is concerned, we’re alright. All right. And doesn’t that say it all?