I hate the fact that you ignore me. I bounce up when my phone vibrates thinking that maybe, just maybe it could be you. But guess what, it never is. It’s never going to be how it use to. We’re never going to talk like we did. The feelings are gone. The memories are just… memories. It just sucks cause I always thought you would also miss me. But I’m just talking to myself again, like always, about someone that I wish would remember everything like I do.
