How do I know?

How do I know you think of me?
How do I know I am in your world?
These are questions twirling in my mind,
Wondering if answers I would ever find. 

How do I know you think of me?
How do I know I am in your world?
Affirmative are your answers to the above,
But how do I know so, if you show me not, my love?

It's by the little things he shows me,
So small they seem to almost go unseen.
Conscious now, I do agree,
That at times, I am your mind's queen.