7am, dusty road.

I made you cry, a few times in which those rare occurrences you tried to hide it away by hugging me real tightly and sucking the tears back in before you put up that strong facade of yours. I made you cry, so that must have meant that i mean something to you. I was something meaningful to you at some point in your life, and that made you cry like a baby, worse still when you were drunk and saying goodbye. You must have cared about me enough that it made you dig up those emotions buried deep inside, those you never knew you had.

Those emotions are just not enough to care about me now.