The water filling my eyes, the lump in my throat, the pain of being unloved and forgotten by the one I love with all my being, not once, but twice, I have never wanted to be away from you, not even for a day, but I can sit alone and cry and that's okay with you. But I remember when you cared. I remember when I was loved. The pain of being nothing and no one, easily forgotten and left alone to cry, by someone who once cared, it...