or at least it feels like it.

there's a reason for that. there's not much to say anymore.

i'm too proud, i think, to reach out to her.

in some aspects, respects, spects, in the way you view it, i dont think she thinks of me.

it doesn't feel like she does, at least.

she'll talk a bout her life, about things, and i'll ask her if there's anything she cares about anymore.

and she says no.

and i ask nothing.

and she says nothing.

but i think if i asked her if she cared about me, she would say yes.

she just doesn't think of me.

and this, this is ok in some aspects.

that word again.

it's ok because it could mean ive become such a part of her that she doesn't think of me when she thinks of others, because that would be like thinking of herself.

but at the same time i want to grab her and shake her and say god dammit.

i am here.

i'm here.

don't forget.

but i think she is.