Stop and stare.

People don't always know how to tell someone how they feel. For some reason, it's hard. Probably because of rejection. We hide our true feelings because we don't want others to make fun of us or make us feel stupid. We don't want to be hurt. But sometimes, it needs to be said. Sometimes, the other person needs to hear it. I need to hear it. I need to know how he feels. I need to know what he's thinking and what he wants. All of a sudden, I'm relying on him and waiting for him to say something. That's not usually how I do. I'm usually the first to say something about anything. I like to get it out in the open, to be dealt with. But not this time. This time I'm waiting and it's hard.

I always go back to that one person at times like this, when I'm confused. I don't know why. It doesn't make sense to me because of all the bullshit that it really is. Because I know he's forgotten me. Forgotten, but not forgiven. So why should I remember him? I shouldn't. And it hurts. And I don't need it.