I give up. I've heard nothing from you in months. It's painful to hope you'll reach out to me again somehow. And I have to face the reality that I don't matter enough for you to do that. I know now that your tainted memory is all I will ever have. But fuck it hurts. And you're getting uglier every time I catch a glimpse of your face. It wasn't your face I was attracted to in the first place. It was your soul.