By definition, apathetic means showing no enthusiasm, interest, or concern for something.
In short? It means you don't really give a damn.
So often have I felt this way in my life, that it outweighs any other emotion put together. But when it's suddenly directed at me?
It's a shock. It's painful. I'd rather be treated with anger or sadness, or love at best. But apathy is cruel. Insensitive.
First came the euphoria of knowledge. Then came the sweetness of old times. Desire for the unknown came next, leading to unfortunate anger. This all ending up in apathy. Not on my part. On his.
Somehow I'm stuck in a wicked dimension of sorts. Somewhere between the little, innocent school girl I was and the matured, seductive woman I was bound to become.
I lust for the innocence we once had. The naivety of unspoken desires, quiet flirtations. The chivalry of it all. But I crave the renewed emotions. The open admiration and flirting. The intensely sweet gestures of kindness. The laughter, the same shared dreams.
And somehow we got here. Somehow everything has turned apathetic. No longer the young crush. No more of the rekindled passion.
Just apathy.
