I wanted to be the strong one.
The yanker of the band aid with the quick pull, not the one with the wound it was concealing.

How I wish you would cave first reaching out to me if only to say hello.

But I knew you wouldn't be .

The conviction in your eyes wouldn't allow that.

Im left obsessively checking my phone for the message I know is never going to come.

Fighting myself to not think about you, distraught why you're  not thinking about me?