You know what I’m thinking? I’m thinking about the two of us. Both so proud that neither one starts the conversation that’s needed. Me to emotionally exhausted to tell you how much you truly hurt me and how it still hurts till this day. And the worst part is that neither you or me know if we will even wake up tomorrow. Still we take each other for granted and act like we never had or felt shit. As if you never knew me and I just forgot about you.