Thank+You.

You apologized for all that you've done to me. And that meant a lot. But that wasn't the apology that I needed to hear. You've never told me that you cared. You've never called me beautiful. In actuality, you treat me like I'm chopped liver. But I probably should've known better. Hoping for more was never plausible. And I think I've always known that somewhere in the back of my mind. So thank you. Thank you for considering my feelings at this point in time. But you can't take back all the times when I've waved at you, and you've flipped me off in return. When I've reached out to touch you, but you would flinch away. When I // knew // you needed someone to talk to but I also knew you didn't trust me enough to open up. I'm sorry. You can't erase the pain.