I had no emotions today. After a few weeks I saw him. Last bit of things and mail was picked up. He actually talked to me on his own.. I didn’t cry. I was emptier and hollow. Echos of how much of an idiot I am just rang every time he said a complete sentence. There was no details of importance of the transactions of words.. I know nothing of his life, he knows nothing much of mine except if this gets read. Even then.. I don’t think that is even the case.
But I didn’t cry, I didn’t hate, I didn’t and I didn’t love.
I hate this feeling. I just killed someone that I was. I just sit in silence, numb.