I tell you that I do not care. I care. That I do not miss you. I miss you. That you mean nothing to me anymore. You mean everything to me. If you read between the lines all of those words hint at a girl who is still not over why you left her that Thursday evening at your door. She is trying to act like what you did, did not hurt her but it did. It hurt. And thinking about it now hurts even more.
