I wasn't into sports (AF), motorcycles, and I never asked you about your day. I get that I was a very self-absorbed person. I never talked to you about your interests and after awhile I became too much to handle. I see that. I know it's my fault. It usually is, I warned you. I guess I should be thankful that you took a chance on me. I just wish you didn't give up so quickly, even though I guess I did, too. I feel like maybe you meant more to me than you were supposed to, that maybe I was starting to feel too strongly for you too quickly. I'm at fault for that. I fall so quickly. Which contradicts everything about me.
No matter how much I over-analyze I still won't know because you won't give me the time of day. I wasn't that important to you.
To you, I am disposable.
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