If I approach, you move away, but staying still doesn't mean we get closer again. It feels like you only call me when you need me, and I've never seen you truly think of me. I shouldn't expect anything, but when I see your face smiling at me, I find myself hoping in spite of myself. Thinking, 'You must be thinking of me at least a little. Look at how much time we've spent together.' But even after 5 or 10 years, nothing changes.

After the second period on Monday, I followed behind you as you headed to the snack bar. Whether you're going to the snack bar or anywhere else, you've never looked out for me. It's frustrating, but I don't think I'm in a position to say anything. I'm not a kid; I shouldn't be asking to be looked after.