You Treat Me Like a Stranger
Broken Heart
Your Words Are So Sad
I read your words on the screen, "You treat me like a stranger." How sad those words strike me, to have to speak them in front of this crowd of people just to get them home to that one person. Someone who once mattered, who was once in the center of your life, but now pushes you away.
Why would someone who once cared now act this way? It makes no sense to me and obviously, not to you either. He was your friend, now he's your nothing. There needs to be a word to be the opposite of friend but that word isn't enemy.
They say that the opposite of love is indifference and that's how he's treating you - with indifference. Indifference is probably more painful than hatred would be. With hatred, you can just hate back. With indifference you are just left with all questions and no answers.
There's no way to get answers from someone who won't talk to you, won't see you, doesn't care about you. So what do you do? How do you resolve the situation? Do you pretend it never happened, pretend you never cared, pretend he never existed in your life? I know that won't work because I've tried it myself.
Do you cry yourself to sleep at night, wake up in the wee hours of the morning with thoughts and memories running through your mind and tears running from your eyes? That sure doesn't work and just makes you feel worse. Believe me, I know that for a fact.
Do you call or text or write or all of the above and ask that one question to which you don't know the answer: WHY? WHY? WHY? If you would get a response, that would be the only way to fix this whole thing. But, alas, there will be no answer, only questions and the sound of your own breathing.
I'm sorry for how he treats you and sorry that this happened to you. I don't know you well but I know just how you feel because I've walked in your shoes and am walking in them still. We are soul sisters, sisters of the heart I guess you could say. Sob sisters, some might say.
In the end, we'll both get through this. We'll be stronger they say. I don't know about you but I don't want to be stronger, I just want back what I once had, if I ever had it at all. Sleep tight, it will be alright, my friend, my soul sister, my sob sister, my sister of the heart.
