It Hurts

It’s strange how one game can make you feel inferior and unwanted. Yes it hurt when forgot to call because of a GAME. It hurts every fourth day when all the memories we shared appear as if they are suddenly forgotten by him. I don’t know if its some kind of hypnosis or charm that they have over him that makes him even forget the letters that spell my name. It hurts when he’s capable of spending almost 3 X 86400 seconds of his life with them but struggles to even spend 7 X 7200 seconds with me every week. I know I’m more important but I fail to understand his way of expressing it. It’s no use thinking about it until I’m able to make him step into my shoes. But I never want him to step into my shoes, because it sure as hell pains.

[Loads of thoughts changed once I talked to him and tried understanding his condition. But the truth is I can runaway from the world but I can’t run away from myself. So I’m being honest as this is what went through my mind that very moment.]