I keep waiting
I keep waiting for you to stop caring. The sad part is that it’s been the hallmark of our ‘relationship’ this expectation… like I need you so much more than you need me. I don’t think you ever realized how important you’ve become to me. So much of our time was spent talking about what was going on in your life—not that I begrudge you that. You have been dealing with a bunch of stuff—stuff that I don’t envy you at all. it’s just that, really, you were the only friend I felt I had in Seattle. You were he one I wanted to spend my time with—no so much out of desperation for another person in my life, though. You were the one that mattered. You… I feel… I love you.