As "Lauren" would proably say "Yes I'm bothered but then am I? Bothered. I ought to be, my tale will be told. My heart broke the day you went away it's as if my heart went up for sale. My very being packed its emotional baggage and left left the part of me that was needed, wanted not able not able to cope any more, the part cries out tearfully my cards were dealt and shuffled and spread on the table religiously, hopefully not in a way unblessed, but wished wished that that part would return,come home, return but the feelings attached detached themselves and for the want of a better word left to ignite,set fire burn The heat left scorched my soul, brought feelings to the front I never knew existed, never knew they were there but I often wonder why now, did I believe it, did I know?did I want this and also did I just care?