It wasn’t until the cool air slapped my face I realized you didn’t care about me like I cared about you. The sound from the single dripping drops of water leaking out of the faucet like a runny nose plagued me. Constantly consistent and annoying pushing me into a state of hypnosis bleeding my energy from my body like a death blow to my jugular. The pain from the realization wasn’t the most significant part about the death blow, it was the lack of acknowledgement and the steady line of bull shit I was fed. But listen to those airplanes flying above your head as you’re on your phone acting like I’m not with you as you talk to your girlfriend, who also just broke up with her boyfriend or who actually broke up with her, the sound is deafening. The bother. To bother. Here’s a thought, it’s not me it’s you.