No feelings that is.
You used to cry about what I was doing to you but you never really knew what I cried about. I guess it was my fault for never telling you. But someone has to be strong, right?
You used to email me beautiful poems and even those conversations through IMs made me understand what passion is really about. You used to call me and we'd talk about everything and nothing and I'd come over and we'd "chill".
And now?
Now everything seems forced and the only thing that reminds me that there ever was an "anything" are the written words on email and on paper.
And I remember when you made me feel some kinda way and I imagine, I made you feel very much the same.
And you had a great deal of feelings for me.
And then, there was none.
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