Would you still like me if all of my hair fell off? If I gained a lot of weight and became really fat? Would you still hold my hand in public if your friends thought I was weird?
Would you still like me from time to time if I started complaining a lot? If I got really insecure around you?

What if I was the one who stopped calling you? What if I stopped looking for you, telling you that I loved you. Stopped trying to make plans with you.
Would you start missing me and start to see that you need me?
I don’t think you need me, but it’d be nice to feel as if you do once in a while.
Maybe I’m too attached. So I guess it’s time to detach myself.