I can’t tell you this anymore. No many how many times I say it, you’ll never believe me. And I can’t exactly show you. When you decide you can fully believe me. Come find me. For now, I’m done with chasing.
“The worst thing about being lied to is knowing you weren’t worth the truth.”
I see him but he sees past me. I look in his eyes but he looks around me. Does he know what I see when he stares through me? I see him and I can’t help watching him not watching me.