Foolish. That's what i've always been. Foolish enough to believe that i was something more for her. She says she tells me things which she tells no one else. I believe. Yet in person it's as if we were both two separate individuals. Here I am searching my hands and my feet for a sign that i did actually do something wrong. Was it something i said or did? Was it something i wore? Was there something stuck in my hair? The amount of questions drained me. I look at her till her eyes catch mine. Those eyes betray her, confusion and indifference is all i see. I turn away and i curse myself. Who am i to her? I'm just another ear for her to spill. In time it'll all fade away. It always does.