Me, Myself And I [ Arts & Thoughts Catalogue ]

~I miss you. I think.~

I looked at her dark brown eyes. Her gaze staring at me like she didn't know what she did hurt me to the core. Shattering my glass heart into a million shards.

"You mean... you don't care? At all? You must care at least a little?" My lips trembled as I spoke. Did she know she was tearing me apart with her words?

She kept looking at me, thinking a bit, as she slowly started to shake her head from side to side.
"Nope. I genuinely don't care."

I asked again.

"You don't care about the fact that people miss you?"

"No."

"Not anyone? Not even me?"

She stared at me, recollecting how close we were, and how much I meant to her. She was very important to me. She was part of me. I miss her every time I'm away from her. I wanted to know, know how much I really meant to her. Surely I meant something to her. She meant such to me.

"No."

I just stared at her as whatever shards were left, disintegrated.

"I don't care whether you miss me or not. I genuinely don't."