Am I hurt? Yes.
Am I devastated? No. Not any longer.
Am I completely over everything? Almost.
Do I love you? No.
Do I hate you? No.
Am I bitter? You bet your white American ass I am.
When we talk (which is hardly ever anymore) you go on like nothing has changed and nothing is different. But our conversations now only last a few minutes at a time. We used to go on for hours and hours.
We’ve discussed our difference of opinions, at least I tried to discuss them with you. Foolishly, I believed that we could remain friends, obviously you don’t believe this to be true.
Time and distance has never been an issue for us, either. I still see you every day, and I know you see me, too.
I don’t know how you feel. You haven’t been that upfront with me. Maybe you just don’t feel anything. That’s fine if that is the case. But you should know, you left a hole in me, and it is closing.
Time is almost up.