It is like it never happened. We go on as if the words you said to me were never really words, but just thoughts said out loud. What would make those words? What would make them matter? They are matter to me. They stuck with me. I wanted you to know I was hurt by these thoughts of yours. I told you how they made me feel; life changing, rude, twisted, cruel.. You didn’t mind. You were off in your own mind.