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“Who loves you?” he said.
It was a question asked only by he and one other. Both felt that they loved me. Both knew my response as it was always the same.
“You do..” I mumbled.
Meanwhile in my head I started asking myself the same question.
Who loves me.
The one who stays with me yet treats me like I am not important or the one who reminds me constantly that I will never be the one he wants when he thinks he met his significant other… again. Perhaps it’s my cats, who clamor for attention until they decided they have had enough and the purrs turn to mauling in less than an instant. Perhaps it’s my dog that, when he comes in the house, makes a beeline to hog my bed and refuses to move.
Who loves me.
What the fuck does that actually mean anymore?
I think the better question is "Who thinks you are pretty cool to hang with but that's as far as it will ever go so quit getting your hopes up because it's rather pathetic?"
It was a question asked only by he and one other. Both felt that they loved me. Both knew my response as it was always the same.
“You do..” I mumbled.
Meanwhile in my head I started asking myself the same question.
Who loves me.
The one who stays with me yet treats me like I am not important or the one who reminds me constantly that I will never be the one he wants when he thinks he met his significant other… again. Perhaps it’s my cats, who clamor for attention until they decided they have had enough and the purrs turn to mauling in less than an instant. Perhaps it’s my dog that, when he comes in the house, makes a beeline to hog my bed and refuses to move.
Who loves me.
What the fuck does that actually mean anymore?
I think the better question is "Who thinks you are pretty cool to hang with but that's as far as it will ever go so quit getting your hopes up because it's rather pathetic?"