At the end of the day, he was just a man. He used to be interested in what you do, but when you’re wrapped around his palm now, he stopped trying to get to know you. He’s not interested in the things you do. He never asked you, so you stopped sharing. As much as you want to know him, his life, the things that make him excited or the things that make him clench his fist out of anger. You stopped asking as you realized how you knew him, but he barely knew you. He never knew that you physically feel your emotions in your chest. He never knew your favorite songs. He didn’t congratulate you when you achieved something. He never saw how hopelessly romantic you were. He never cared if you were hurting. He didn’t bother to ask about your life because he, himself, doesn’t believe in you. Like others, he was just really a man.