sometimes, i am absolutely certain that you never knew the real me at all. so much has gone awry, so much gone wrong between us. and you- you act as though there was nothing. as though we were mere passing acquaintances.
but i remember it all. everything. and of them, there are things i can’t bring myself to forgive. things i know i will never forget.
i wonder, what it is exactly that i am waiting for from you when i know that nothing will ever come forth. that well dried up long ago and i’m still waiting around with my bucket to fill.