I like being around you. I used to like it because you made me happy and were the best part of my day. Now you’re the worst part; but your presence still does good. Although it hurts to see you, it is also comforting to know you see me. If you see me I know I’m on your mind, even if don’t know what you’re thinking about specifically, the fact that I’m on your mind is good enough for me to get by. I guess it’s nice to know that even though you don’t want me, I’m still relevant in one way or another.