Are you here?

Days have passed since I last saw you, since my eyes last met yours.

I find myself asking: Is it truly so effortless for you to erase me from your thoughts, to simply disregard me? I felt your gaze on me before, and even now, I imagine it there. Yet, if you had any true feeling for me, surely you would have reached out.

I am confused by this dynamic. I want to know: Do men bestow their attention on any woman, or is there a genuine intention when you repeatedly focus on one girl?

Maybe I completely misread your looks.

I ache for you, though I am fighting to keep my mind occupied. I will be gone for several days. Will your eyes search for me then, or will you continue your usual, uninterrupted life, never once missing my presence?

Do you not feel the overwhelming impulse to text me? Because I do. It's a feeling that is both sorrowful and maddening.

I destroyed every page i wrote for you. I felt so foolish for dedicating my energy to those emotions, to those confessions. My thoughts are scattered. I just...