I don't even know know what kind of person you are now, who do you like, what do you do, where do you go. I know nothing about your life after me. You cannot feel for a person you know almost nothing about. What I feel, or felt, is limited to the past only.
So when I think about you, this is the once question I've asked countless times. Do you care? Do I care if you care or not?
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