That’s what hurts me the most.
Indifference is cold and passive. Indifference is an insult when I had spent so much of my time trying to make you happy. It’s salt in a wound when I did everything I could to care for your heart. And, I know that I was worth more than that.
Sometimes, I will think back on the boy with the twinkling eyes and the bright smile telling me about the promise of our forever. He will beam at me as he tells me how he’s “never felt this way”, and I wish I could go back and warn myself.
Because love for you was a fair weather experience, that could change on a dime with little to no warning.