I’ve read somewhere that hate is not the reciprocal of love; it is indifference.
Indifference is the name of the once ‘unknown’ feeling you have for me when we fell apart;
Indifference is the answer to the question which never leave my mind;
Indifference is what I feel to the boy who broke my heart in the valentine’s day of 2007;
Indifference is the absence of love, affection,
The absence of what we deemed a lifetime,
The absence of faith for love that I once lost but I tried to regain,
The love that never will forever hold my hand;
Though it’s the love of my lifetime, I’m certain.