closure

Nothing to do with me and everything to do with you.

You were always good at forgetting about the unimportant things. $50 dollar water bottles, gifted jewelry, car keys, headphones, and people. Why waste energy over the replaceable things? I never understood why you’d never go back for them- just even to look. Just to try one other option before giving up. I never liked that about you either. Probably mostly because I’m the opposite- I’m the type to try every possible possibility before rendering something worth replacing.

I want to say that I cared more than you did, but I don’t think that that would truthfully be the case. I think in reality we both encompass two extreme forms of attachment: me- too much, and you- not enough.

The first night I met you, you told me about how your mom left when you were young. You gave me these pieces of yourself- these life altering anecdotes- without hesitation, and as though they didn’t actually belong to you.

Lately, I’ve been caught up into the night wondering how you never think of me when thinking of you seems to be all that I am. The truth is that I’d searched every possible nook and cranny for you, but you were always fine replacing your $250 bluetooth headphones with a $5 wired pair from the first store you walked past. So maybe I shouldn’t take it so personally because it seems that it has nothing to do with me, and everything to do with you.