RaZr. I don't draw them enough, they hurt the soul.
Yearning. Pain. So much pain over someone who wouldn't care at all. in a better life, they would care. Even just a bit. Or maybe at least pretend to care. But you know they don't, and they wouldn't spare you the kindness of acting like they do.
Sometimes, all you can do is ride it out. Keep going with that ache in your chest. Even when it feels like it is cosuming you. Even when it eats up everything inside and leaves you empty. Schrodinger's care, if you never tell or never ask you aren't faced with the cruel reality. Still, you know. You always know, there's just no proof. Solid evidence. Deluding the mind into thinking it has misperceived hints and gestures.
You know they would never care.
But you care. and that's enough.
You are not empty. You are full. So full of love and care. If someone doesn't return what you give, give some of it to yourself. Treat yourself how you would treat someone you love.
RaZr really hurts. I prefer art where we pretend it's reciprocated and they get to be happy. That is a better world.