Flinch

We still talk, but you don't engage. I say things sometimes, which I know would have made you reply a certain way before. To anyone, not just me. But you won't engage. It is hard. I don't know why I do this. I know I should just not talk to you, but I don't want you to forget about me. I am a fool for doing it, and the worst part is that I know I am. I just want you to see me the way you did before.