You’re not even there. You don’t matter. I don’t care how much you say “hello” or beg for some attention. And come to think of it, you’re not even important enough for me to feel annoyed. So I’m gonna keep living my life, typing away, and doing my thing. I might cook dinner, I’m might go shopping, I might even take a shower or go to sleep. All you get is a glimpse into the window that is my world. Call me now! . . .