Ken

Sometimes I wish you'd understand how I feel whenever you do these kind of things towards me, but I guess you don't. You were not like that when I got to know you. Where did that person went to I wonder.

I take in so much of the cold treatment, and yet I give out so much of warmth in doing so. But I guess none of my opinions matter anymore, don't they? For I am just 'that' person to you. Taken for granted you have of my presence.

I shall speak no further. All I can do now is hope, and I guess, take in more of what you're about to throw at me.