You used to ask me how my day went.
You used to be interested in listening to what I would say,
even when—especially when— I started talking about my weirdest, most bizarre ideas.
You used to tell me stories. Wonderful stories. Stories worth laughing to or learning from.
You used to share me your secrets.
(I still keep your secrets.)
You used to talk about your plans, your dreams, your principles.
You used to like me.
You used to like us.
January 16, 2015
I tried. And I'm tired.