Straight up, I never loved a woman outside my family more than you. You’re a tough person to love but I loved you. From a distance, it seems “okay” with you when a few months ago, it was hard to neglect wanting to speak to me. I can’t force you to talk to me. I told you I only want peace but what I say, you still tend to get mad. I can’t ask you to be in my life. As much as I would want things to be good between us, I don’t always see that effort of you wanting things to be healthy between us. You wanna focus on you? Sure do you. If I’m becoming less important to you, that’s cool but tell me so I don’t look stupid tryna care when you starting to not give a fuxk. We went thru some issues but shit happens. School is important so I don’t expect EVERYDAY to hear from you but I’m reaching out & you ignoring, then that’s something totally different. If you want things to be good, make the effort.. If you too busy to make a effort, that tells it all.
Loners, if you catch them, are well worth the trouble. Not dulled by excess human contact, nor blasé or focused on your crotch while jabbering about themselves, loners are curious, vigilant, full of surprises. They do not cling. Separate wherever they go, awake or asleep, they shimmer with the iridescence of hidden things seldom seen. ––Anneli Rufus, Party of One: The Loners’ Manifesto