I guess it's hard to say I don't regret you, didn't miss you, haven't loved you. I regret that fact that I gave you everything. I missed you a while back but the longing has been gone a while. I did love you once, back when we weren't strangers. But now there's a distance between us and even when you act like you don't know I exist, I know you feel the strange, familiarity there. But I guess it doesn't matter much anymore. Not really. And maybe it was all in my head in the first place.