I don't know what's going on.
I don't know what we're doing, but whatever it is, I'm cool with it.
There's probably nothing going on, and we're probably not doing anything.
Sometimes, there comes a point with a person, at which it doesn't matter. I don't care. I'll walk into this blindly.
I don't expect anything, I don't want anything, I don't expect to do anything, and I won't, though I may want to.
Sometimes having someone physically present, talking at you, talking at anyone, or not talking, is enough. It's lonely otherwise.
He's around, and he'll stay that way for a while, in some capacity.
This apparently isn't going away anytime soon.
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