I am the writer, though somehow it is always you who helps me find the words. I tend to claim I hate you and I suppose the reason for this is because when you feel someone drifting, you have to hate them to get over them. Because if I see you no longer want me, and I still need you, how could I possibly survive? Though I do want to know, when we are not in contact, do you think of me as much as I reminisce on you? Do you spend days accepting our fate as strangers? I guess I just wish I would cross your mind, seen as you are the reason I have lost mine.
