I wish I knew the words to say to make you stay, the words to tell myself in the middle of the day when this insecurity of what we have between you and me comes creeping. I wish I knew how to keep you here, to make you see me. Some days, I feel invisible as a ghost in your presence. And I'd love to discuss ideas, not people. And I'd love to discuss feelings, not facts. I'd love to discuss the aftermath, not the events. And I'd love for you to read these words, but who are we kidding? You're only half listening.