Somedays I'm fine without him but regardless of my day good or bad the minute I close my eyes his name pops in my head. Sometimes when I'm lonely I miss him so much. I don't think it matters because he doesn't care. He doesn't care that I'm not complete without him. He doesn't care that he's the first person I see when I wake up. He doesn't care that I think of him right before I fall asleep. I hate this feeling. I hate that I care. I hate that he doesn't.