Do you know how many people would love to be with my company? Do you know how many of my friends say that I make them happy? Do you know how many people say they miss me?
You have no idea. Because you don't even ask.
What do you really know about me? Or, what do I really know about you? You don't even know my middle name.
Do you know how much I long for you? Do you know how much I miss you? Do you know how much I love you?
You have no idea. Because you don't ask. Because you don't even care.
You know how long it took us to have a mutual understanding before we officially became a couple? Three months at least. I can say we were better at that stage. You were sweeter at that stage. You make me think if it would still be like this fucked-up scenario had we not stepped up a notch, because...
I used to feel special.
But not anymore.