but what can I do when I miss you but I can’t talk to you knowing that you don’t want to talk to me because I probably didn’t mean all that much to you and I didn’t matter enough for you to miss me, my presence, our conversation, the aimless wandering around the city, and here I thought we were having a good time despite of the things I might have said or done that were not very cool, but you know you’ve done some uncool things too and every time I told myself to just hang in there, and that’s how I know that I didn’t mean all that much to you, you wouldn’t hang in there for me, for us, if there ever was an ‘us’, and this is what makes me sad until now, yes I’m still sad, still.