What am I to you
I wonder what I am to you... to have you consistently make me wait around for you like this. You are able to do everything on your list... but make time for me... if I mean as much as you claim, why am I the one losing out on you? When was the last time we had a long, uninterrupted conversation when we were able to truly connect with each other? Not just keep things light so we wouldn't invest so much with time we didn't know we have?