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Belittled
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Prose/Short Stories Curiosity took control of my lips and out escaped the words, “Do you think of me?”
“Little,” he responded nonchalantly like it shouldn’t matter either way, as if I was wasting time devoting myself to such concerns.
After all, he wasn’t mine anymore and hadn’t been for a long time.
“Well, I think about you quite a bit,” I said. Little did he know he was all I thought about.
He waited for the follow-up, expecting it. I asked, even though I already knew the reply, “What do you think of me?”
“Even less,” he answered. His callous words cascaded down my face, but I reassured myself that he knew less than nothing about me.
And with that, he walked out of my thoughts forever.
