People look at me with pity, and confusion. Because they do not understand.. They never did.
How could they?
We never 'had' anything. We never 'had' what people are suppose to have. We never connected, we never felt. We never understood. It was all in my head.
Which is why no matter how I loved you, no matter how I liked you, I can never never forgive you. No matter who tells me to I cannot, you know why?
Because you don't want my forgiveness.
But who gives a fuck now? Not even I.
I found, someone, someone who is my friend, someone who is different, someone who gently places balm on my wound. I may not love him, but he is something to cover you. To place a shield against.
I don't even know why I write to you like this. You never cared, or acknowledged my feelings or heart.
Still, it makes me better. That I care, that I feel, unlike you.
Slowly, I hope you fall off the face of the earth.
