I looked today at pictures of us: talking, in a group of friends laughing, in a crowd standing, our heads bobbing to the music of the moment. So many moments, you and I, yet not once, not one time did you stand by my side, did you put your arm around me, did you look at the camera and smile wide to capture a moment only meant for two. Years later, this tells me everything I should have known.
It hurts to realize how little someone actually cares about you when that person means the world to you. Sometimes, this realization comes much later than it should, while you're looking through the pictures. Time doesn't make the hurt any easier.