It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.

When he talked to you, you seemed to fit in, but when someone else was talking, or he would be distracted, you jsut looked lonely over there. At least to me. But whenever I would tell you that, you'd say "I'm fine. I just slip out of it, you know?" And I'd say "I'll catch you," and you would say, "It's not the kind of slipping you can catch.

But I want to feel like life matters. I had something real with you, but then the realness scared me. I decided to go for other things instead.

Part of love is letting a person be who they want to be

Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.

I say good-bye to the part of myself that misses him so much.

Sorry to be so cynical, but this is New York