I don't know what's going through your head.
You, like me, were pushed into this.
Maybe you're just naturally like this. I don't know.
But I try to do what I can.
I'm doing all the lifting.
You continue to remain oblivious, or more likely pretending.
I try not to feel hurt, if you are pretending, I tell myself its nothing personal.
There is only so much I can carry before I falter.
Ask me something.
Show some interest.
But no, all you have to offer are ignoring questions and terse replies.
I get it. Fine.
I'll carry our conversation no longer.