I don’t understand you. Truly I don’t. It can’t be one way you know. Not friendship. Not loving. Not caring.
Sometimes I just want to share ‘me’ with you… my response? Radio silence. I don’t get it. It hurts.
Something happens and I tell you first… more radio silence. I don’t understand.
I love you way more than I ever should. But I often feel so alone.
I can share my life with everyone else and they can be excited for me, but it never matters unless it’s you.
I love you B. It’s always about you. But maybe I am alone in that. 😦