of course i still love you. you know you’re only seen at this point as someone who likes to play on online, text whatever. like a bored person, not genuine in what he’s saying. you become stuck inside yourself sharing nothing with me so you’re just like a buoy sitting there spewing the same things over and over because there IS nothing else. he’s real. you’re not. that’s the fact of it. someone i love whose just a poster on my wall i can gaze at you, but will never really see you so much. even that gets a bit awkward because you don’t even know what the other person is becoming, you’re blank.
