The moves you made, the games you played, the boundaries you crossed, I hope it was worth losing me. I hope the temporary ego boost felt better than the bond we once shared. Because I cherished it, honored it, and yes, I still ache a little. My empathy kept stepping in when I should have simply seen you clearly. I offered grace where distance would have protected me better. But don't worry, I won't let empathy interrupt when karma finally finds you. I'll act blind, quiet, unaffected, a skill I unintentionally learned from you. I'll pretend not to notice, since pretending always came naturally to you. It's funny, I once thought you had no desirable qualities at all. I guess I'm just talented at making something useful out of waste.