Countless times you’ve told me you love me, that I’m sexy, that I’m your favorite person. So how come I don’t believe it anymore?
Is it selfish to want to see you a little more than an hour a day? Is it selfish to want to feel more like a priority to you? Is it selfish to want you to initiate contact with me?
I’m hoping you realize that all I want you to do is act like you care just a little bit more. I’ll be waiting for your call or text, I’m done sending them to you first.
I hope you realize that I still love you, more than I ever have, and that it kills me a little more each day because I’m waiting to feel the love back.
I’m just wondering what changed? I know you live just across the street, so why do you feel so far away? Please…talk to me?
Your favorite person (or so you say)