Jun 12, 2017
The worst feeling is knowing that he lives in this same world, that he knew you well, all your quirks and intricacies. That you were the one he thought about when he woke up in the morning and before he went to bed at night. And then one day you’re strangers. And somehow he stopped caring even though you still care so much it feels like something in you won’t stop bleeding. And every day you wish it would go away, but somehow it’s still there, underneath the music and the social plans and the meals and parking lots and days flying past- he’s still there. And you’re wondering why he still means so much, when you know that you mean nothing to him now.
