You know, I wonder if you ever saw this, whether you'd even know it was me. I'm over it now, but once in a while, the pangs in the stomach return, the ache that I wasn't what you wanted or even really considered. Part of me wishes I hadn't started to begin with, the other part is grateful. That limerence made me happy. Really happy, even when you didn't care. It's weird now because all the things I felt are fading away and this is probably an attempt to recapture them. I hate the dispassion that consumes me. I hate the ennui, the apathy and you were my only break from that. But that's not your fault. Even when things were your fault, I couldn't ever blame you. I think you'll be happy one way or the other. I won't, but having you around wouldn't have changed that anyways. Try as they might, people don't change things.