It’s not that I’m cold… but I have a hard time giving a damn when someone I know kills themselves.

     Especially when it’s been so long since you’ve heard from them in any capacity but anger, threats and subterfuge.  When the right hand claims love while the left hand is pushing a knife into your back.  When the chameleon always changes its skin to meet its needs.
     When it’s like that for so long, I don’t even remember the good times.  What good is a thoughtful, “Goodbye,” when the person you knew has long since gone anyway?

     And that’s all I have to say about that…

     The rest is simple.  Some of us, regardless of the turmoil, have the tenacity to keep sticking around.  Some of us, for whatever reason, do not.

     Like I said … It’s not that I’m cold… I’m just realistic. 

     Because if I were cold … then I wouldn’t keep thinking, I wish I could go back to the first time I met you, and walk in the opposite direction.