I really wonder if you care at all. I’m taking my step back and watching to see if you step forward to meet me. But you aren’t. I’m caring less and less about things that used to make me angry. It should show that I don’t care as much anymore. But it only seems to make you happier the more distant I get. I organised two phone calls which got moved back, in the hope that you would remember and bring it up yourself. You forgot them both. I’m starting to wonder why I keep hoping for something. But I can’t give up on you. You’re the only one I see now. No other guy can compare. But you’re hurting me. A lot.