You write when it suits you, thinking it's innocuous. It isn't to me.
I can't even explain why I allow such access. I know the feelings have faded. At least that is the case for me. But there's a tether, a something. It's quite ambiguous. Something I can't quite explain.
I've cut you off before.
My bigger question is- why? What is it you're seeking? You know I won't come back. You know I only think of you when you reach out. That's all it is- think, and let it go. So why reach out?
Questions I won't have answered, and I don't care to pursue. I'm curious, it's true. Not curious enough to pursue it.
You wish me the best, tell me you think of me often. What is it you're hoping to convey? I could tell you to stay away from me, give me peace. So why don't I? I can't answer that today either.
