Stop, please. I haven't seen you in so long so I have no idea if you care any more, or still if you ever did. You keep trying to make me jealous and it hurts. I don't even know if you feel bad about it. I'm not saying that you should have felt bad initially, but after all this time you've spent hurting me with confusion I wish you'd at least find some way to apologize.
You think you're doing enough with the little things you know I know you do, but I'm so much more oblivious than you give me credit. I don't know what is a subtle clue and that ends up confusing me more. I remember things that happened back in High School all too well, and they make me sad because I want to know what they meant and sometimes I think that I never will. But I don't think either of us can fight this war alone forever.