He doesn't care anymore. He doesn't see your face in a crowded room, he doesn't think about you at night. He forgot the color of your eyes even though he told you he'd never seen something so beautiful. He doesn't talk about how bad he misses you. He doesn't remember what it feels like to kiss your lips. Sweetheart, he doesn't care about you, and you chasing him will only make his ego bigger and your pride smaller. He doesn't love you anymore. I'm so sorry.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
He doesn't care anymore. He doesn't see your face in a crowded room, he doesn't think about you at night. He forgot the color of your eyes even though he told you he'd never seen something so beautiful. He doesn't talk about how bad he misses you. He doesn't remember what it feels like to kiss your lips. Sweetheart, he doesn't care about you, and you chasing him will only make his ego bigger and your pride smaller. He doesn't love you anymore. I'm so sorry.
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