January 11th

I will never forget this day. The day I asked a question. Made a small request. Two requests really. One in regards to his well being, not even mine. 

What happens?

He loses his shit. I’m asking for too much. I’m in love and or obsessed with him. 

I laugh in my head even now. Absolutely not! Just asking for mutual respect and understanding, like I always have him. Asked for an update every so often on whether he was alive or not. 

I guess he doesn’t want someone that cares. That’s okay. Now I don’t. No, really, I don’t.