i don't know what we were. i don't know if you ever actually wanted to talk to me or if you were just maintaining a good relationship for when you returned. i don't know why you wanted me. we seemed like total opposites. we are total opposites. yet you still talked to me, and i still craved talking to you. back and forth. a late message here, a story there... nothing seemed to change. we both knew what we were waiting for. we talked about when you'd be home. when we could see each other again. i guess my actions that followed really jeopardized how you thought of me and our future. it's weird to say our future. it makes it seem like we were something more. something deep. we weren't. we were shallow, but now we're nothing. i understand your reasoning but you're taking no time to understand mine. maybe i don't mean that much to you. maybe the effort it would take for you to tell me really what's bothering you is not worth seeing me again. i wish it was. once i wished you'd be passionate about something. anything. i wanted you to show excitement or love or feeling. i guess i should have been more careful wishing because now you're showing a feeling i never wanted to see.
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