"But this time it wasn't like the way you lost your phone, or your favorite pair of socks. It wasn't momentary and I wasn't searching for myself. I had given up on that. I had let myself fly away on the wind, never to return.
Shitty thing to do. But I have given up hope. I don’t deserve this last year of my life and what has happen. Especially from you!
I’ve actually given up on this. Those who know me don’t have to ask. Those who care, do and then listen. Those who don’t ask, don’t know me or care. And I’m fine with that. I save real conversation for those who care enough to really know. Simple.