everyone's looking for you. you don't need anyone else.

you don't need me.



and here i can feel my heart pounding against my ribcage in protest of that fact.

i really wish this is gone now but, either out of lingering feelings or out of habit, i still think of you and worry about you. still feel concerned about you.



you'll probably get the news that i'm not a believer. i don't know how that would sit with you.

but whatever. it doesn't change anything. doesn't change the fact that i like you. love, even. doesn't change the fact that you can't care less about me, either.