A visit...

Steve came to bring me dinner… And it ended up bad. Me crying, he screaming at me… Then the silent stillness… And he goes… It is so easy for him now, just running away from me… running away from us… What’s the purpose of his visits? Doesn’t he see or feel the pain they bring me? It’s cruel. It’s heartless. I feel stabbed and left to bleed each time he opens the door and goes away. Does he think of me when he’s out there? Does he actually try to view how to make things right? Does he actually believe we will be together? No. The answer to everything is no. No love. No belief. Nothing.