I don’t think of you much anymore.
No one really knows about you. Only Sam, and she can’t tell anyone. I don’t have many friends. Don’t need them. You taught me that.
Even if I did have friends, I couldn’t tell them.
Good thing is, people around here don’t ask too many questions. And what they don’t know, they make up, which is fine by me. Plus, the rent’s cheap.
The reminders are less frequent nowadays, less keenly felt.
More often, if I’m honest, I’m searching for the feeling. Just to feel something.
It’s as though if I don’t feel it anymore, it isn’t real. Sometimes
I tell myself that’s true…