and i feel that what if it never matters how we feel, how i feel. feelings seem so irrelevant and so personal that i could feel the hearty aches and noone ever feel what i feel when i walk by you and that you may not take time to notice but i could fall apart if you say hi so bluntly again. sometimes i feel that if i feel this awful and your not willing to take care of me, or at the most take note that i’ve know you longest that it may have meant less that i was ever your friend. and you know how you try and swallow the lump in your throat when you can feel the tears? what if you’re that lump and you are the tears falling down of my face? and i feel that it will never matter that every night it doesn’t matter what kind of a day i had, it will always come crumbling because you are a stranger to me now. and i feel that i feel so much and that it will never fade, no matter the amount of which you have faded right from my life. and i feel that if i have grown up knowing who you are and now that you’re not any of that i will never not feel sad about you.
