In Your World, I Have No Meaning

I have to accept the following: boys pretty much do whatever they want.  And they don't get emotionally hung up about it.  If they want to text me, they will.  If they want to spend time with me, they will.  And if they don't want to be around me, they won't do it.  The end.  That sums up boys.

So.  Now that I have accepted that, I also have to accept that The Extrovert doesn't want to be with me, talk with me, or be in contact with me at all.  It is so easy to say it and act all nonchalant about that, but in all reality, I am DYING inside with the knowledge that I mean nothing to him and that he doesn't have any desire to keep in contact with me.  That is a hard pill to swallow.  I want to mean something to him.  I want him to miss me.  I want him to admire me and respect me and think I am funny, smart, kind, and worth his time.  But I'm left wanting.



This post's title came from this song:
Missing You by John Waite and Alyson Krauss