That Far-Away Feeling

Do you ever wonder if the reason you're thinking of someone you haven't thought of in a while is because they're thinking of you?

I had that distinct feeling today while I was driving on the expressway. I have it once in a while but it always seems like a feeling outside of myself. Something that's traveling over miles and miles to come near me, not something that originates within me. I'm sure there's a name for this sort of phenomena (isn't there a name for everything?) but I've no idea what it is.

Conversely, there might be nothing phenomenal about it. It might just be me thinking of someone and a part of me hoping that they sometimes think of me. After all, don't we all like to think that we're remembered, hopefully with fondness, by the people who were once, but no longer are, a part of our lives? Don't you like to imagine that there's someone far-away who smiles whenever your name randomly pops into their head?