We sit around in a circle, the distant whisper of your words stumbling into my mind. I hear them, but I don’t care for their meaning; in fact, I care very little at all.

I see you smile, and I smile back.
I hear you laughing, and I laugh too.
I see your tears, and can’t help share them.

I care about you, but I don’t like you at all.

When I think of your company, I cringe and convulse.
When I hear you speak to me, I beg for the noise to stop.
When you leave me alone, I can’t rejoice enough.

But without you, what else is there in this world?

I want to have you, but hate you near me.
I want you to want me like I want you.
But more importantly than either of these;
I want you to never stop caring, and not grow indifferent as time runs its course.

3.VII.21