You wrote so much. You had so much to share. You said you had so many questions. And you know I’m here to talk to, so why haven’t you asked them?

I have questions, too. 

Was it real? Is it real? What is it that you miss? Have you been using me to comfort your pain or am I something to you? Have you given your body to someone else? Your heart? Have I been with you after someone else? Am I a fallback? A safety net? Will you reach out again? Can we have a conversation? Can we hash out anything at all? Do you even care?

I’m going to be at the coffee shop again tomorrow. And probably at blb tomorrow night. I deserve honest answers. So do you.