She'll never be the same as she was when I was indifferent... forever changed by my lack of notice. Both of us laying on our sides with our heads turned. Hers to the right and mine doing the same. One of us crying out loud and the other on the inside. She tries to keep quite so I don't know but, Its hard to ignore a tear running down my bare back till they're absorbed by the cold sheets.

How was it exactly that our appreciation for each other would wax and wane in unison? The more attention you desired was the less that you received but the more you would give. Five years and what little wisdom I've gained while growing up has brought the finality of loss... of pain. All I've ever wanted to do was love you the way you wanted. This I'm afraid is impossible, this is not a perfect story and I am no Shakespearean lover. I'm just a player on the stage who feels more like an audience member with a free ticket to a tragedy. Unable to make a change. I guess I'm only capable of leaving.