Don’t think I’m going to get over it this time. Don’t think I can even pretend. I just don’t feel that same warmth from you anymore. Your hugs don’t fix my bad days anymore. When you’re gone I am not missing you the way I did before, I just wonder what, or who, you’re doing.
Your apologies mean nothing to me now, just a way to make me shut up for a few minutes.
I really wonder sometimes if you realize that this time it’s bad. That this time I feel it’s over and that we’re just going through the motions. I wonder if you care, or if you will ever care. If you will think you lost something great or if you’ll just shrug and move on to the next one. If it’s the latter I feel really sorry for the next one.