I have honestly forgotten what it feels like to be loved and wanted. It’s as if people grow bored and tired so they replace you with something new and shiny. What does it take to stay important these days? I feel forgotten. I am just a memory in your book. Another story you tell to your friends. Tell them how I was a girl who cried. The girl who begged. The girl who just wanted to be loved the way she loved. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be loved and respected. What it means to be a women with a partner in crime. I’ve forgotten how boys are not men and will never learn that toys break and can’t be put back together.